All these suicidal thoughts in my mind,
I know I won't survive. Can someone just hold me? Because I'm bleeding to death and I got these cuts on my writs.

You know?

I find it kind of funny, and I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

It's easy to fake a smile, force a laugh, act like everything is just perfect. Isn't that funny? overtime you find yourself overacting the part so much that you actually start to believe your happy...that your free. And then it hits you. Your just a fake actor who was never found guilty.

There's a song I used to sing:
"1 cut 2 cut 3 cut, 4... the blood just started dripping from the tub to
the floor, her boyfriend had a feeling in his Stomach that he hated, he followed it, ran down to her house he never Waited the front door was open, he heard the water running, stormed into the kitchen and his heart just started gunning,

nobody seems to get you
you feel your on your own
but listen pretty lady
you don't have to be alone..."

Sometimes I think about that.... If anyone can hear my screams, or my desperate pleas. Now I got my baby, Aleah is my life. I guess she's the only one that's actually seen me at my weakest. I've only let my walls down for her.

Sometimes I know I don't deserve her.... Shoot no ine deserves her. She's She's perfect. 😊🌹

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There is only two things that make me happy....😭🌹

my friends..... I love y'all so so much you don't even know.☺️☺️💔💙