I Just Don't Give a Damn

Hmm..
What should I write about today?
Either way,
Nobody would understand what I have to say.
Maybe I could tell you about the shadows in my mind,
Or how fucked up I am inside.
There's always how slicing my skin feels nice.
Yes!
Writing about cutting,
That sounds fun!
I could tell you how I like to watch my blood run.
What about all my suicidal thoughts?
God, I'd love to lay in the ground and rot.
Oh I know!!
I could write about all those pills i've popped,
Hoping I could make my heart beat stop.
Or maybe the time I tried to drown,
But then I was fucking found!
All the times I ran away,
Hoping death would come out to play.
Hey!
How about that time I grabbed a blade,
And slipped into darkness as I made my memories fade.
Lets not forget all those nights I cried,
And tore myself to pieces on the inside.
I could write about who I really am,
And how I just don't give a damn.