If…

If I die will you miss me?
If I dissapear will you look for me?
If I leave will you follow me?
If I'm lost will you find me?
If I'm sad will you be there for me?
If I'm sick will you comfort me?
If I love you will you love me?

1/31/13

Your parents say that everything is your fault
They don’t know you like I know you
They don’t know you at all
They don’t know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night scared of the thought of kissing razors
You’re sick of when they say it’s just a phase and that you’ll be ok you’re fine
Because it’s a lie and that is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
And you were screaming till the police came that you’re not afraid to die

Monsters

Monsters don't sleep under your bed
They sleep in your head
Because self destruction is such a pretty little thing
And sometimes you wish you were dead