I will keep the bad things from you.

Well I'm lonely like you're lonely but only cause it's thrown me like it's thrown you I don't own you, and my darling you don't own me. It's kicking and it's yelling and it's bruising and it's swelling. But the writing is on the wall and we both know what it's been telling us to do. Well I'm crying and you're crying into silent salty lakes. The road has turned to ice and we haven't any breaks, so while the wall keeps getting closer I fear it's too late not to break our hearts.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Treatment

I'm getting a little out of hand.
My cuts are getting so much deeper.
I'm tired and I scare myself.
I'm incredibly impulsive and I would rather kill myself than go to school.
I'm going to try asking for help for once and seeing how it works out.
Wish me luck I guess?

1 comment:

OliviaOctober 8, 2012 at 3:29 PM
Good luck :) I hope you find someone good! My therapist was an idiot
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