I'm gonna kill your friends

murky rich soil that only a mother would want to be buried under, I'll prick myself on this thorned stem, one for every time I told someone I loved them and didn't mean it. I die by my own word. I'm praying that everything that's happened in the past 16 years, one month, and one week is all just one frat roofie fever dream. I'll turn this into a song with 12 voice cracks for each 12 months, maybe some shitty beginner level guitar solo, and over a thousand reasons to never see me again. I don't think I'll ever want things to be better. a cage is safe from all outside harm, even if it sucks being so trapped. nothing can hurt me here. keep building those walls ya little wanker. no way, is that a new tattoo? a little ; on your wrist? oh, you must be right handed. how could I tell? didn't your mother ever tell you not to worry about the little things? LOL!

I think I just watched my own flatline. I cant see a damn thing with the music on so loud, hold on. can you hear me? I just need a little more time. hello? anybody there? well sht.