And I will drown myself in water
Because they have taken away the pills
And the alcohol
I will pour everything I can down the sink
Because my blood no longer flows from my skin
They took away the blades
But they didn’t take away the pain within
I will deafen myself with music because I no longer want to scream
Because screaming is a cry for help and I don’t want it
I don’t want to get better because this is what I know
I don’t want to change because I’ve never been a better writer than right now
But even now I’m still shit
And I don’t know how else to deal with pain
Of the lack of it
I know I should feel upset but all I feel is inspiration
I know I should be angry, but all I see is words
And all I hear is words
That might not rhyme
But my god do they sound good to me
So I’m sorry for what I’ve caused or what feelings this ignites within you
But maybe that’s my purpose
And I’m really looking for things to keep me alive
So if that’s the one
Then I’ll take what I can get
Taylor
I wrote this mid break-down (if you couldn’t tell) and its although quite sad, its powerful, its me saying that I have this reason to live, however silly it may be, and times might be rough but I will hold on to it.