the morning and the night are your weakest points.
thoughts become dark then
scars become tempting
one deep red line after another
in the light they're covered
you're a fool
you're a weak fool and you deserve nothing better.
so you had a high today?
you woke up feeling like shit. the first words said on the bus made you feel worse. as the day progresses you begin to dread your next class. yet it's that class which gives you a high. And then down you sink.
Fucking hell, I'm starting to spiral and it's another fucking hole.