lol

wait till you see what the warm months and caked on makeup have done to me.

I've been torn down into resembling a shell of a girl, nothing hurts more than when your eyes turn

to me and you let out a sound of disappointment. I cross my fingers and laugh, but I really want to bite down on the leather strap and drain these veins, and fill them up with something more useful

i don't want your sympathy in any form,

theres no reason to crawl back to me on those knees that knock when you walk , I can see you've already been somebody else's martyr for the night, they are already raw and rug burned.

the summer i lost interest in all morale

i like feeling the hollow hunger of movement inside me

we didnt even have to have fucked and you would have been a dog at my knees

i cant control these actions when there is sweet substance involved

im not talking emotions and bullshit that comes from the heart, im talking fucking chemicals

do you have any idea how it feels to truly believe your heart is about to stop beating,

then there is the heroin that stops my shaking fingers from pushing the nails back against your headboard.

your baby looks like a fucking alien.