I should—

SPLIT MY WRISTS WIDE OPEN—

—so I can feel again!

So I can feel again

Slit my wrists right open—

So I can see again

So I can see again

Tongue beneath my cheek,

And your feelings make me weak;

I need to breathe again;

I better not

See you next week—

PLEASE

Lay beneath me and

Squeeze me,

Please me l,

Tease me, I—

Greet me at the door,

To your

Rocky Mountain horror

Feed me, Seymour,

This is horrible!

I hate this show

I hate this world

I hate you

I—

I hate you more—

I should—

What the fuck is this.

It's screamo

You're writing screamo again?

Shit!

I hate my life

Is it what you want to believe,

Burn another tree

Dream another lucid dream,

Lucifer is just the truth to me,

It won't deceive you

I won't believe you

I don't believe you

I don't believe anything I see

I don't believe

I don't believe

I don't BE

LEAVE.

Me?

Yes.

—you wish.

I WISH— uhh—-?!

—HURRY UP, TIMMY, GODDAMMNIT.

Alright, i wish…

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