my thoughts are most shocking.
i think i should run untill i can't breath.
then maybe the pain would go away.
i think of how much of a whore i am.
giving blow jobs in a church parking lot.
i think of how bad i look.
heavy black make up.
tight clothes, and dark hair.
nails painted black to show the emptiness in my heart.
i think of how i would die without my sister.
helping every step of my lonley life.
i think of the cuts on my wrist.
reminding me of my need to seperate the skin and watch the blood on the floor.
i think of the constant reminders always circling my bieng.
reminding me of what a fu** up i am.
i think of the countless, nameless drugs in my system.
x, coke, weed. and countless others.
i think of the lung cancer i'll have when im older.
i think of how i need a cigarette.
i think of how im going to die.
will it be murder?
or will they trie me as a witch in the town square.
i think of how i overdosed last week.
i think i need help.

written by bleeding mascara

Carissa McBride

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