kill your heroes.

.. and fly, fly, baby don't cry. no need to worry 'cause everybody will 

die. everyday we just go, go, baby don't go, don't you worry

 

 i love you more than you know.

...

 

 

 

 

it hurts.

 

 

 

i hate when people make jokes acout cutting, suicide or eating disorders 

because you don't know what the people aroung you are going through. it hurts.

 

 

why?

 

 

 

that moment when you can actually feel the pain in your chest 

from seeing or hearing something that breaks your heart.

 

 

sunshine.

 

 

 

i got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine ..

 

 

call me a doctor.

 

i'm sorry for being such a fuck-up. i'm sorry for being born.

fat.

 

 

what doesn't kill you makes you wish it did.

she's lost inside.

 

 

every night she cries and dies a little more each time.

drown my sorrows.

 

i wanted to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim.

just disappear.

 

does it still hurt, thinking about him? does the pain ever go away?

someday i'll just disappear.

 

i don’t have a reason to feel like this. i haven’t had any big problems in my life

and everyday i read or hear about people having it so much worse. 

why can’t i just cheer the fuck up?

  

why do you do that to me?

 

what's wrong with me? you laugh at me, every day. i have to smile and pretend nothing's wrong. it's totally

consuming me. i'm sick of you, your jokes about me, the way you treat me, the way you show me you don't like 

me. i'm sick and tired of life .. or i guess i'm just tired of having feelings for you. i know you'll never like me. you 

don't have to. that's ok, your descision. but you don't have to say those things, make fun of me, laugh at me, 

hurt me. even though you don't know i still have feelings for you, you know it hurts me. it would hurt everybody.

nobody should be treated like that. just respect me or ignore me. i'll be ok with that. but just at this moment i'm not. 

it's not easy for me. and you know that, so .. why do you have to make this worse? why do you do that to me?

just do it.

 

they don't understand cutting. 

or how good it feels to be in control of your own pain.

falling.

yeah, i fell so deep. no one could've stopped me.

oh him?

oh him? he has just the most adorable eyes you could ever fall for &' the cutest

smile that will take your breath away. he has the ability to make you laugh ..

hopeless.

there comes a point where i become too tired. tired of people. 

tired of descisions. tired of hearing anyone's voice. tired of smiling.

tired of my reflection. tired of my time. tired of my room. tired of my face.

tired of my loved ones. tired of my clothes. tired of being misunderstood.

tired of emotions. tired of regret. tired of overthinking. tired of trying.

tired of my heart. tired of my head. tired of myself. tired of helping.

 

tired of the things i own. tired of choices. tired of having no freedom.

tired of staying. tired of going. tired of listening. tired of talking.

tired of caring. tired of being cared for. tired of not being cared for.

tired of never being listened to. tired of being recognized.

tired of being noticed. tired of being invisible. tired of my past.

tired of my future. tired of feeling torn. tired of who i've become.

tired of my life. tired of everything. tired of being tired.

fucking good enough.

 that horrible sinking moment when you realize that 

everything you do will never be fucking good enough.

go mad.

 

 

we have to get used to the reality that we're alone. if you can't get used to, then you go mad.