Broken Zayden

But with this much blood I know that each drop of it was deserved. I am not the best person but I can get drunk and not have a hangover the next day sometimes. That means something right? Idc. It's never too late for anything you want to do. I dont believe I have a purpose.

These cuts are so severe that they might need stitches. I swear I hit a vein earlier. I but alcohol in them and lit them on fire. It hurt but I deserve it. It's my fault.

I dont belong

I try to say it's not too late, it's never too late but I know that's false. I'm just a used screw. I can be thrown away. I just have to wait

Stomach full of pills didnt work again. I'm more scarred then my wrist is and I'm bruised from head to toe. My knuckles are red, swollen, bloddy and bruised. I'm not even fighting others I'm fighting myself. Everyday

I wanna slit my wrists so bad that I wont wake up but I have promises I'll wake up. What am I kidding... they probably dont care if I die or not. They're just saying they care

I hate getting blood on my phone

I have a rope tied to my roof, a loaded gun in my underwear, my razors in my wallet and my suicide note on my bed. Now all i gotta do is chose my suicide