I'm a Decent Bad boy
Love me, love me, say that you love me,
fool me fool me go on and fool me.
I feel like I’ve become a clown trapped in a glass castle.
Everything breaks down in the end.
Yeah, I'll tell you what else is true, shall I?
We live alone and then we die alone.
And, apparently, we stay alone.
That's the truth, too, isn't it?
[Trigger warning: Self harm, drug abuse, eating disorder/starving self, love-related depression.]
It was my toe, guys.
Cut it on I don’t know what.
Hiding in my closet til morning. Goodnight.
1 year ago