Your home for depressing shit

Of salt or pepper or dill

Roses bloom we should care to

and scroll through tumblr

where I wish for a blade

to be in my hand

but at the same time

I’m scared

you won’t love me anymore

but then again

it’s been a long time since I’ve done this

wanting to hurt myself so badly

not thinking about anything else

except maybe you

because I love you

and I would never hurt you

That meant a lot to me

But then you turned around and say what you always say

Because you believe I’m useless

Because I didn’t fall for your little game

I’m independent of you now

So your opinion doesn’t matter

I wrote everything

And shared it with the people who mean something to me

But according to you I think nothing matters

I matter

Don’t I

Don’t I

Maybe not

Maybe you’re right

Maybe everyone else is right

And I’m alone

And no one cares

So does it really matter if I cut tonight

I hear you chatter

about some matter

But my mind is walking

Toward some other thing

That wouldn’t flatter

You’re simple world

Where I bought you a ring

Especially when you have everything to live for

It’s hard not to wonder

When you accidentally drank remnants of acetone

If it’ll corrode your organs and you’ll be history

And sometimes it’s hard not to wish for that

To be gone

It’s hard not to think about how sweet death is

i can’t trust them

how fucked up and broken am i

that i can’t trust those three simple words

i don’t think i’ll ever believe them

and part of me wishes i never will