Bitches

Why don't you just slit my fucking wrist?
I want you to see me fucking bleed.
I don't want to fucking stay here anymore. I don't belong.
The cuts on my wrist prove i need more help than i ask for.
I feel like i don't belong on this earth.
My life is just falling down in front of me.
Now i truely don't give a fuck.
They think I want drama?
Only if they knew what went on inside my head.
I'm starting to feel sleepy. I don't want this life anymore.
I'm already in my fucking grave. Why don't you just shut me in it?
I thought i was doing better.
No I'm not, I can't do shit.
They say I'm just a bitch.
Well yes, It's fucking true. Now it's starting to show.
They ask me questions I don't have the answers for.
Now the blood has been seen. Now my cuts have been made.
There is nothing they can do to stop me.
I'm me, and only fucking me.
Get used to it bitches!