so take a deep sip. would you like a light for your cigarette?

i always have such complicated titles. 5/9/10.

she calls herself cinderella,
because she always finds herself
on her hands and knees on
[the floor of]
the scum of the earth.
they call her princess when
they pull her hair,
and she hopes to god one day
something will pull her
out of this s**t.
she'd do it herself but all it
would take is just one chance;
one f*****g chance from a boy
that doesn't slap her across the face
as he f***s her.
little cinderella needs her prince.
but where are the princes in this world?
they don't exist, its as simple as that.
so she takes another pill and chases it
down with a bottle of vodka,
praying one day it's accidentally
replaced with gasoline.


quit playing with fire, baby.
if you're always on the floor,
the only way you can go is up.