Harley Clown*

Yesterday, my day consisted of me eating meat and listening to Queen

Not popular enough to fit in
Not popular enough to stand out

As the smoke clears, I awaken
And untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better
To watch me while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet

I hurt so much

Hush little baby, don't you cry
Don't cut your arms, don't say goodbye
Put down the razor, put down the light
It might be hard, but you'll win this fight

Nobody cares unless you're beautiful, popular, or dead

She cuts herself
Never to deep, never enough to die.
But enough to feel the pain.
Enough to feel the scream inside.

We're all in the same game; just different levels
Dealing with the same hell; just different devils

Can you feel it?
The dead weight of your legs from the sleeping pills?
The dizziness from the alcohol?
The soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out of your wrists?
That's it.
That's what we've been waiting for.
That's the quiet comfort.
The beauty of dying

Follow your arrow where ever it goes