The thought of an overdose is becoming more and more appealing.
You didn’t find the pills under my pillow You never found the blade in my desk drawer You haven’t seen the scars on my thigh yet You don’t ask if i think any bad thoughts.
I sharpen my weapons in preparation I write a note for all my non-existent friends I coil the rope in the corner I decide tonight’s the last before it ends.
The thoughts are slowly merging into one The darkness is engulfing my core The last breath I take is so shallow Sorry life, but death offered more.
wewillbecountingstars asked: You're from Arizona?? So am I!
sweet! :) does this mean we’re friends? cause it should
“How will your tattoos look when you’re old?!”
Pretty fucking bad ass apparently.
(Source: thievinggenius)
Anonymous asked: Where are you from?
Arizona, and you good ol anon?
