One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise and came and killed those two dead boys
I'd love to see inside your mind, to tear it all apart;
To cut you open with a knife
And find your sacred heart.
I'd love to take your satin dolls and
Tear them all to shreds.
I'd love to mess your pretty hair;
I'd love to see you dead! ❤️ Mine. ❤️
Why does it have to be such a burden on me? I wish I had the guts to just do something about it. It's not enjoyable and it never will, so why am I bothering? Just for somebody else's sake, I have to push through it just so I don't make some people that are important to me feel miserable.
I feel like throwing up.
Don't feel like going to work today, but what would I do here, tbh I just want to be able to clear my mind fully so that I can feel and be a bit better but knowing how trashy my focus is I can't do that sadly.