How.. weird it feels knowing that right now, whilst comfortably laying in my bed, i could just take a razor and it would all be over. A little cut. I’d slowly die as I drifted off to sleep.
And I can’t really stop thinking about actually doing it.
♬”Don’t give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I took my life tonight,
Chances are that I might” (I also can’t get this song outta my head)
forget-me-nots and himalayan blue poppies