this is about everyone i know.

i want to scream!

i want to throw things

i want to trash my room

i want to slit my wrists

i want to tear you to shreads

and NO i dont think its cool

i dont think im awesome

i dont think this will get me attention

i dont want it anymore

i want to cry

i want to drink until i pass out so i dont have to face this fucking world

i want to smack into something so bad that i die

i hate this

im depressed

im not going to kill myself

because then ill be just another suicide

im not just another person

im sick of this

you make no sense to me

you have no idea who i am

you are innocent

you think smoking is going to kill me

im sick of you

im sick of you

im sick of you!

you hug me then you ask me if im planning to cut in the future

YOU DONT PLAN THAT SHIT

i dont like you anymore

please dont take it personally

you are special aswel

just not to me.