my suffering WILL be ended soon what if life was like a vase and it was broken with a mace what's broken can't be fixed my emotions are mixed what if thoughts were daggers they dug deep and the wounds can never heal what if words were instakills i'm already dead what if i told you i have problems my profile is there my friends exist but i'm invisable the people whos say "i care about you" don't mean it if i'm not on scratch tommorow
