Its days like these I wonder why I am still alive. It’s days like these I wonder why I just don’t die. Suicidal dreams running through my brain. Its days like these that cause me pain. It’s days like these that make me cry. Its days like these I want to die. Its days like these that break my heart. The blade is sharper than a dart. I promised him I wouldn’t do this. We sealed the promise with a kiss. It’s days like these that make me think. It’s days like these that make my heart sink. Suicidal thoughts and dreams that make me feel good. Even though it’s not something that should. Crazy girl, it’s not that bad you’re just very very sad. What do you know? I want to scream. You don’t have a suicidal dream. Its days like theses that make me sick. It’s days like theses that make me feel like shit. Sick to my stomach from all this pain. Sure, I guess I’m insane. Sitting lonely by myself this can’t be good for my health. Too much pain I just can’t take it. So much pain I can’t even fake it. Wrist is itchy, heart is broken, stomach is sick, and body is hurting. Crazy suicidal dreams. It’s days like these that make me scream.
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