DoubtfulDelinquent

I wish i'd been, i wish i'd been a teen teen idle, i wish i'd been a prom queen fighting for the title, instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super super super suicidal, the wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the ugly truth.

The day has come where I have died, only to find I've come alive.

Medication for the kids with no reason to live,

Life's a game we're meant to lose. Stick by me and I will stick by you.

I don't know how i'm supposed to feel, my body's cold, my guts are twisting steel and I feel like I'm some kind of frankenstein, waiting for a shock to bring me back to life, but I don't want to spend my time waiting for lightening to strike.

It's funny, how you tell them how you feel any you get prescribed a little bunch of pills. My life is now ruled by a chemical concoction, one with a sugar coating to make them easier to take. Little pills that apparently are able to control whether I want to end my life or not. How magical.