Jan 28
Hushabye baby, your almost dead. You don’t have a pulse and your pillow is red. Your family hates you your friends let you bleed. Sleep tight with a knife, cause its all you need. Rockabye baby, broken and scarred, you didn’t know life would be this hard. Time to end the pain you hid so well. And down you’ll come baby straight back to hell!
Jan 28
I know nothing will come of this but still I trace your memory across my bleeding wrists
Jan 28
I can live without you… But without you I’ll be miserable at best
— Mayday parade
