i love the feeling of razors slitting my wrists.

the metal sliding on my pale skin.

 

blood dripping drown my arms.

like tears running down my face.

 

this pain is what lets me escape this cruel dark world.

 

 

 

 

hope you like my poem =P

every other day my mom fucking asks me if she can see my wrists because she thinks im depressed, well idk!

HEY!! who the fuck lives in wisconsin? I do but i wanna talk to wisconsin people! reply to my blog NOW!!!

in class my teacher asked me what kind of music i liked, so i said screamo. then she was like " scream out music?" then i said no screamo, s-c-r-e-a-m-o! then she said yeah scream out music! NO! fucking get it right and listen!

today my mom was like "you dont have a work ethic" BLA BLA BLA! but what got me really depressed was that she said "im disgusted by your lazy fat ass"! im wondering if i should be angry or depressed? reply.