I hope I die
I hope I die
I hope I die
i hope I die

I HOPE I
DIE

Love + Depresion =
Healing.

Depression - Love =
Alone.

I was born.
Got first tooth.
Said first word.
Blah. Blah. Blah.

Grew up.
Got bullied.
Got depressed.
Started to cut.
Wrote stuff.
Wrote more.
Killed self.

What did I write?

“I wish
I would die.
The story of
My life.”

My feelings?
They are gone.
For you anyway

I still love you,
I just don’t think you love me.

So here I am,
Writing how I feel.
But you dont give a ****.
No.

You only care for your blackened heart.
My pink one is nothing to you,
Am I right?

No longer do I feel special.
Wait.
I lied.
I am The Prtector.

I will protect Him.
And with Him,
Everyone else that deserves it.

Am I truly nothing?
Or did they lie?
No, they are my family;
They wouldn’t lie to me. . . .

Wow.
I am nothing to my family.
Why exactly?
Because I have an opinion.

Look at me.
I am crying.

My pain, it burns.
But that’s okay,

I’ll love you anyway.
I’ll let you hurt my heart.
I’ll let you steal my soul.
I’ll let you burn my brain.
I’ll give you everything

As long as you promise me this:
Don’t cut my vessel.