- My legs are dangling off the edge.
- The bottom of the bottle is my only friend.
- I think I’ll slit my wrists again and I’m gone, gone, gone, gone.
- Stomach full of pills didn’t work again.
- I’ll put a bullet in my head and I’m gone, gone, gone, gone.
So if I survive, then I’ll see you tomorrow.
I dunno what it is about this picture but I fucking love it. It’s blurry, grainy…not what I was hoping it’d turn out to be but I still love it. Maybe it’s the fact that it looks like he is looking at the camera…
Anyone want to share their HU stories with me? :3
You’ll get a part of the page with everyones stories on. its worth it ;D
Why can’t they let me be?
Why don’t I know what I am?
I force this hate into my heart ‘cause it’s my only friend.
My lips are sewn shut.
I watch myself bleed.
They push and pull me and it’s killing me within.
Hollywood Undead (via neon-undead)
