crash_drive

You know the song “Living Dead” by Marina and the Diamonds? Every word is my life, my feelings, my thoughts same with Green Day’s Boulevard of Bolen Dreams is my feelings and thoughts. Cut myself again trying to get rid of the pain I feel inside of being so lonely. One pain to take another pain. The pain inside is a lot today. I still desire more. I look at the blade and I fight doing it but for how long I don’t know. I only want someone to care for, give my life meaning, a purpose. How long can I fight?