justpiercetheveilalready:

I look up in the sky and I See: Red for the cancer, Red for the wealthy,
Red for the drink that’s mixed with suicide. You’re changing me.

Please, won’t you push me for the last time, I scream until there’s nothing left
So sick of bleeding, I don’t want this anymore. The thought of you is no fucking fun. You want a martyr, I’ll be one because enough is enough, we’re done.

You told me “think about it” Well I did, now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want, I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

(Source: sh4rki, via geekyhelenn)