where art thou.

losing grip at this time aint the best of thing that should be happening.

the thrill of seeing the blood rush out.

seeing the blood clots form on my knuckles.

cleaning the blood off the blood when im finally sober.

at the very least i know all that had happen is true. but then again.

i really hope this was only a dream.

and that i would wake up to nothing.

the hope that you gave me.

and now totally thrashing me. who are you to even do this me.

trusting you.

was the greatest mistake. yes im 19 and constantly making stupid mistakes.

fucking ass teenager letting my emotions over take me and doing stupid things ending up with only me hurting myself even more. fuck this shit. and i thought you were different. i fucking got a judgement problem.

faith.

you took away that last bit of faith that ive got.

not only did you take away that little faith that ive left.

you left your dirty foot prints in me. the pain that never fail to flood me every now and then.

labels.

all the label that was there. i took it all,

silly enough to think that. all that i ever needed was love.

wrong. i was so wrong.

now that its all gone. i dont give a fuck anymore.

thanks.

for letting the emo kid in me come back.