[mindflower]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm worth a damn fight at all.
I want to cut myself right now. No, no, things aren't bad at all, its just this itch and craving under my skin to feel desperate and beautiful and deep.
I want to tell you but I can't.
And sometimes I wish I was dying, maybe even by my own choice, and in the hospital, just so I could find out whether or not you'd come visit me.
I want to tell you but I can't.
And sometimes I want to tear my hair out and take up smoking hardcore, just to feel him again, because that is how bad he hurt me.
I want to tell you but I can't.
And sometimes I don't want to eat or sleep or breathe ever again because this world is too heavy on a little squirt like me.
I want to tell you but I can't.
And sometimes I wonder why you ever saved me to begin with.
I want to ask you.... but I can't.