its not winter yet but when it comes, i wont feel like living. i was only irresponsible because i didnt think i'd live to see how much damage i'd caused, dont be mad. sometimes my body is just too tired to move. i just hope that when i dont feel like it anymore, i will just stop breathing.i try so hard to be things i'm not, happy is one of them. i play piano in the basement until my wrists are fucking breaking, i dream of coffins no matter what i do, this sadness wont break and who am i without it. i was born with a broken heart, dotted lines where slits will be when i get older, legs meant to jump off buildings, a mouth to drink chemicals, oh i am a sad girl and i will never get better. i am a freezing night in december. i hope you know i love you, dont be scared for me.