being in love with you is becoming emotional suicide
decapitate me for all of the times you hung up on me first
i’m a real mess for this one
will need drugs for this one
hurting a lot for this one
in a state for this one
existing solely for this one
this one has someone else
it’s feeding bullets to my brain
a bruise, a breath to ease the pain
but i doubt she’ll come back again
I go to school. Next year will be my last. Career wise I would like to work in the entertainment industry, somehow. Something to do with art or music or film. Do something I love. And travel the world and go new places and try new things and drugs and go to music festivals and lots of concerts. I want to do a lot with my life and as soon as I get out of this confining place everything will be so much better.
