I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.