because_​it's_​easier_​to_​hate_​you
trapped_​inside_​words
maybe_​we_​should_​all_​just_​burn
fucking_​retch
people_​are_​kind_​of_​missing_​the_​point
ive_​got_​the_​knives
not_​this
the_​agony_​of_​you_​and_​me
how_​to_​disappear_​completely
apparently_​my_​scars_​arnt_​enough
the_​hollowness_​inside
ahh_​little_​girl_​come_​back
fuck_​me_​like_​you_​hate_​me
my_​world
the_​taste_​of_​blood_​is_​on_​my_​lips
too_​many_​scars_​already
ive_​done_​all_​i_​can_​do
oh_​god_​please
madness_​keeps_​you_​sane
bones_​made_​of_​ice
i_​hate_​and_​loath_​who_​i_​am
history_​in_​a_​box
empty_​echos
alone_​and_​unsure
it's_​okay_​to_​hate_​me
sliding_​rapidly_​downhill
oh_​just_​stop_​existing
please_​get_​these_​thoughts_​out_​of_​my_​head
i_​can_​hear_​you_​screaming
just_​gotta_​ride
eyes_​like_​glass
silence_​like_​glass
there_​is_​a_​screaming_​in_​my_​head
please_​send_​words
disturbing_​images
dead_​or_​dying
how_​do_​you_​wake_​up
silence_​i_​crave
i_​cant_​find_​a_​reason
something_​you_​should_​know_​about_​me
please_​read_​this_​everyone
dried_​tears
two_​damaged_​children
this_​present_​cannot_​reflect_​the_​future
stop_​it
not_​enough_​pain
temporary_​spiral_​into_​insanity
one_​lonely_​visitor
just_​kill_​me
iv_​the_​universe_​just_​what_​is_​going_​on
trapped_​myself
i_​did_​something_​wonderful_​today
crashed_​and_​burnt
you_​know_​how_​much_​easier_​it_​is
i_​can't_​believe_​you_​made_​it
let_​it_​all_​go
the_​ache_​reverberates_​my_​very_​bones
i_​wish_​i_​had_​nothing_​to_​lose
what_​would_​you_​save_​if_​your_​soul_​was_​on_​fire
which_​way_​does_​the_​world_​turn
angry_​dangerous_​and_​anonymous
_​fragile_​
i_​want_​off_​this_​ride
a_​spark_​of_​originality
i_​wanna_​hear_​you_​scream
take_​my_​scars
i_​am_​exactly_​who_​you_​think_​i_​am
that_​one_​is_​going_​to_​scar
monster_​under_​the_​bed
dr_​suess_​s_​pinnicle
you_​know_​where_​to_​find_​me
empty_​promises
crawling
so_​i_​turned_​myself_​to_​face_​me
silently_​disintergrating_​into_​something_​else
taxed_​by_​the_​days
today_​i_​am_​wearing
all_​i_​said_​im_​afraid_​i_​might_​say_​it_​again
i_​keep_​my_​sleeves_​down
incase_​of_​emergency_​break_​glass_​heart
maybe_​i_​should_​lie_​and_​say_​everything's_​ok
touch_​me_​watch_​me_​fall
a_​breath_​away_​from_​dying
there_​are_​no_​words_​here
_​no_​
so_​who_​turned_​out_​the_​lights
i_​cant_​help_​you
everything_​is_​falling_​apart
mirrored_​into_​infinity
i_​cant_​remake_​time
i_​guess_​this_​means_​i_​lied
even_​self_​distruction_​doesnt_​help_​today
it_​isnt_​funny_​really
fucked_​up
soulrot
this_​is_​honesty
you're_​not_​supposed_​to_​be_​beautiful
what_​do_​you_​do_​with_​emptiness
onion_​tears
save_​me
i_​wear_​my_​insanity_​as_​armour
tell_​me_​things_​youve_​never_​told_​another_​soul
dashboard_​confessional_​live
pass_​out
mirroring_​mirror_​images
not_​bad_​or_​good_​just_​real
life_​or_​death_​you_​choose
more_​and_​more_​brittle
shards_​of_​broken_​glass
scarification
things_​fall_​apart_​so_​easily
stained_​hands
lost_​maps_​and_​loosing_​choices
so_​fucking_​fragile
and_​again
broken_​promises
you_​can_​read_​it_​on_​their_​faces
tired_​of_​being_​tired
is_​there_​anybody_​in_​there
i_​think_​i'm_​drowning
dreammares
the_​final_​cut
motto
such_​temptation
so_​much_​quiet_​chaos
no_​more_​yesterdays
after_​this_​many_​years
rage
so_​fucking_​lost
i'm_​scaring_​myself