"everything Will Be Alright" Yeah Maybe After I Die

I’d be more lovable dead

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

"Oh my fine!" Yeah please excuse me while I go did through my mother's medicine cabinet to collect pills and stick a pencil sharpener into my leg.

Kill meeee i cant do this shitttt its all to much

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

overestimating how much you mean to someone really fucks you in the head

Shut up, I know others have it worse.

I know I’m a horrible person.

I know that I deserve my poisoned mind.

I know that I’m not worth anything.

I know that I deserve everything that’s coming for my life and my throat.

I know that no one will ever want me.

I know that I’m ugly.

I know that I’ll never be loved by a stranger.

I know that I don’t deserve to complain.

I know that I’m privileged.

Goddamnit, I fucking know that I deserve these thoughts, that I deserve to die and, god, I know that I should’ve never been born to begin with.

So shut the fuck up.

Me in the mirror on a daily basis

Ahh no dont kill yourself ahhh you're too sexy