Hurt Beneath My Skin

so help me heal these wounds....
they've been open for way too long.

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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kill yourself?

Take a razor and just slice your arm open from elbow to wrist?
Hang yourself with your step-dad's favorite belt in his closet?
Drown in your mother's ancient claw foot bathtub?

I have. I've attempted everything you've read up there. That's why I'm here in Sunnybrooke Mental Hospital, in Huntington Beach, California. I was a danger to myself, and a danger to my family's well being, so instead of sitting me down and asking what was wrong, they threw me in here without a second look. Great.

But... if I didn't do any of that, I would never have met my best friend Brian. I don't think I would even be alive if he wasn't here badgering me about everything else that was wrong with us. As annoying as he is, I love him to death.

Seriously.