And everything I thought I had

Burnt to ashes

My friends, my family

They became smoke 

That choked me when I took a hit

There is nothing for me here

call-of-cthulhu:

so, killing a soldier and filming it is considered an act of terror, but flying drones over entire towns in the middle east and killing thousands upon thousands of civilians (and sometimes filming it) isn’t. oh, okay.

And I just think it doesn’t matter now I’m all scarred up anyway. No one would even touch me. I’m all fucked up right? Who’d want me around anyway 

I just want to cut right now.

some days I just wish I died.

Everything about me is tired: tired eyes, tired gait, tired posture. Broken in so many places and yes, I am so lonely. I always feel it sink in. I  can hardly keep from crying. 

epic-humor:

i accidentally messed up my life how do i start a new account

(Source: squidwurd)

angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

At times like these

All I can think about is the razor

And what brings me to my knees

As the song plays on

And the pictures in my head

Bloodstained, alive and dead

Dripping down my body parts

Onto the ground 

Where I’ve left my heart

It falls before me and when it’s over

My heart is drowned