You Kill Me in a Good Way

I look at my reflection in the hallway mirror, my black and blue hair in a high pony, deep grey eyes, I sometimes I hate myself, but that’s what you get when you are stupid teenager. ‘Wrist is for bracelets not cutting’ Kellin always says in his interviews when they ask him about cutting, what does he know about cutting? What does he know about being lonely?

We may come from a broken home but it does not mean he took it as well as me! I sometimes watch Kellin's interviews just to be closer to him, but it looks like I keep drifting apart from him, I do not blame him for what he is ‘A rock star’ I just blame him for not noticing me and cared for me when I needed the most, I am messed up in so many ways, I may not like Sleeping with sirens or is a Goth or whatever but I do know what depression Is and I do know what its like putting a blade to your skin, letting the blood drip down the cold harden floor, no one should tell me who I am, if they know the real me I am sure they will cut tail and run.