I'm going fucking insane.
The scars on my arms
The voices in my head.
Can I go on?
Will my demons go away
Even if I'm the one
Who made them up?
I'm high off of pain,
Low off the need for your touch.
Just shoot,
Like you always do.
My mind won't get any darker
Because of your words.
It's grown black,
From my attempts to steal away
My own life.
But no one knows.
I need...
Help.
