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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Song

Took some pain killers.

Planning on taking more.

‘cause what’s the point?

I try to not do these things ‘cause I don’t want to be like my dad.

But who cares?

I don’t.

I want to get fucked up.

If I had more money, I’d be drinking and smoking right now too.

‘cause who fucking cares.

No one.

No one.

No one.

No one.

No one.

No one.

Lalala.

It’s a song.

A song of madness.

Always playing at the back of my mind.

No one cares.

No one cares.

No one cares.

I am forgettable.

I am worthless.

I am useless.

I am wrong.

Erase my existence.

Undo me.

Hate me.

Hate me.

Hate me.

Lalala.

Lalala.

Lalala.

Let’s swallow some more.

Who cares anymore.

Haha it rhymes.

Lalala.

Lalala.

Two down.

Twelve more to go.

Was saving them.

For a fun time.

I’ll make this a fun time.

Aren’t we having fun?

No one cares.

No one cares.

Lalala.

Lalala.

I want to cut myself.

Stab myself.

Burn myself.

Drown myself.

Suffocate myself.

Hurt myself.

Again and again.

Over and over.

Might as well.

Will you hurt me?

Cut me.

Stab me.

Burn me.

Drown me.

Suffocate me.

Hurt me.

Again and again.

Over and over.

‘cause what does it matter?

No one cares.

No one cares.

Probably would think I deserved it.

Probably would think it’s my fault.

I do deserve it.

It is my fault.

Worthless me.

Useless me.

Why am I here?

Every day.

Why?

Is there a point?

A reason?

I don’t see one.

I’ve never seen one.

It was a mistake.

I was a mistake.

Erase me.

It’s not like it would matter.

If I’m here.

If I’m not.

No one cares.

No one cares.

Lalala.

Lalala.

My mother would be relieved.

My father said so.

I believe him.

Spoken truth.

He’d be relieved.

They’d all be relieved.

No more burden.

Useless.

Worthless.

Lalala.

Again and again.

Over and over.

Always playing at the back of my mind.

Sometimes louder.

Sometimes softer.

But always, always there.

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