A/N: Dedicated to all the people who cut for attention, and are granted it
by my boyfriend, to my eternal jealousy.

Scream me something terrible
Like how you wish I were dead
So I’ve got some reason
To lye around in bed
And count the tears I cry

Sing me something morbid
Like the death toll
So I’ve got an excuse
To rest my immortal soul
To not even try

I love the little, harmful things
Give me a reason
To press this razor to my wrist
Kill this dull season
And grant me a reason
To claim pity
And a kiss

A/N: I wish my grass were as emo as you . . . Then it would cut itself!
 
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