Not Creepy, Just.. Different

Theres Them, Then Theres Me

They sing and celebrate

While I grip my razor tight.

They all cheer and party late

While I slowly lose my fight.

The ones who brought me into the world

Are the reason that ill drown.

The resons that my feelings whirled

While I cried and frown.

A/N: hey guys. Idk what to do anymore. All I can think about is swallowing every pill I have in my cabinet. I actually had all my goodbyes written out and everything.

I have 4 words carved into my skin. Things I hear daily from everyone. Freak. Fatass. Lesbian. Whore. Shit like that. Ive been branded by my own razor.

I think its almost time for my last goodbye. But until then, ill see you guys in the next update.