Posted on Thursday, 16 February 2012
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.
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn’t work again,
I’ll put a bullet in my head and I’m gone, gone, gone, gone.
Hollywood Undead (via lyrictime)
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…When Malcolm steals my posts:) I posted this yesterday, bitch:P From Kristen:)
