Let-me-leave-this-place00 - Welp

every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier

Pretty like blood in snow

Pretty like feathers in a vase

Pretty like dried flowers

Pretty like art of bones

Pretty like decaying fleah

Pretty like rotting stones

Pretty like tired nights

Pretty like dying leaves

Pretty like broken glass

Pretty like bleach stains on a black shirt

Pretty and fragile

Pretty and gone

forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head

The best thing about life is that it’ll end one day

None of this would’ve been an issue if I just killed myself at 16

Friend may I propose: The Wisp Sings

I want someone to love me

To choose me, to risk something for me

God knows no one has tried

the “i wanna go home” never leaves my head even when i’m physically sitting in my bed

They look my life and let me live

How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.

Might fuck around shoot myself in the head

Now wouldn't that be funny