thirteen

and i screw up

wishing you would die.

its all my fault

but it feels better to blame this on you.


the train sounds to me

the loud, dirty washed, winded sound.

flying out and screaming death and f a s t

moving emotion


and i'm angry

i've gone all out again.

the razor blade befriends me

tells me it knows my pain.


and that it'll make it all go away



i just got home.

and i've been alone all damn day.

screaming at you nathan

you are screwing with me.


you let me go.

but like a leech i wont fucking go away.

i wont stop feeding off of you.


and they wont answer the phones..

ringing non stop


it calls.


the worst day of my life..


over.


and over



its over.


then i wake up to the cold daylight.


barely breaking the surface.


you all point and laugh...


and you, you tell me i did it wrong


and that this is all for attention




and i am.


i'm screaming for attention.