I, officailly, don't exist.
No medicare card.
No SIN card.
No birth certificate.
No passport.
I don't exist.
I have no ID.
I
don't
exist.
Can't say I never wanted to not exist,
just saying I didn't expect it to feel like this.
Use to want this.
Want it so badly.
Want to live a life
that wasn't real.
Be somebody
who wasn't really
an anybody.
Now what?
Where am I?
When I need myself most,
I loose all the pieces of
f*****g paper and plastic
that proove I am alive.
Oh, yea, maybe there's the whole
I'M NOT REALLY THERE
thing.
But that's.... like... a secret.
And right when I think
okay, maybe I can straighten myself out, make something of myself,
be somebody, do something, live for real and f**k all that s**t
I completely fall apart.
I'm a f*****g
GHOST.
And I'm f*****g pathetic.
I'm worthless.
A letdown to myself.
I hate every breath I take.
All I can think about it
gun
gun
gun
GUN.
SoonsoonsoonSOON.
I
want want want.
I
wish wish wish.
I want to
diediedie.
Everything I am is a
lielielie.
I can't even start to explain
who badly it hurts inside.
Every smile I paint on my face
drains more of my soul.
Everytime I say
IM FINE
I feel somthing inside me reply
YOU LIE
and I'm starting to lose the truth
in all the self-deception.
I can't really say
what I'm thinking,
because the truth is,
I don't even know
anymore.
I swear I don't want it
to be this way, I swear
I want it to be different,
but I swear there is no
hope in change when this
is who I am inside.
I know there's no changing
what the truth is,
and what makes it even worse
is trying to cover it up with all these
Imokay's...
I wish I could just spit it out.
But if I tried, this is how it would sound.
The plain, blunt, straight up truth.
I DON'T WANT TO STOP CUTTING.
I LOVE IT.
IT CALMS ME.
I DON'T WANT TO PRETEND
THAT I'M OKAY OKAY OKAY
ALL THE F*****G TIME.
BECAUSE I'M NOT.
I LOVE THE BLOOD,
I LOVE THE SCARS.
I LOVE THE WAY I CAN FORGET
ALL THE F*****G PAIN I FEEL
FOR JUST A MINUTE,
IF ONLY JUST A MINUTE.
AND NO,
I'M NOT AFRAID OF DYING.
AND NO,
I DON'T HATE THAT YOU'RE ON DRUGS.
I'M JEALOUS.
I WANT TO INJECT HEROIN
INTO MY VIENS AND BE
BLISSFULLY UNAWARE.
AND THE REASON I ASK YOU TO STOP
IS BECAUSE I WANT TO BE YOU
AND I CAN'T BE YOU AND
IT'S F*****G WITH ME.
I WANT TO TAKE A F*****G GUN
AND PUT THE BARREL IN MY MOUTH
AND SUCK ON LEAD
AND BLOW THE BACK OF MY HEAD OUT
AND PAINT THE WALLS IN ALL MY MORBID F*****G THOUGHTS.
I WANT TO DIE.
YOU WANTED TO KNOW.
I've danced around the fact for so long,
giving you hints then taking them back.
NOW YOU KNOW.