“Death of a tired girl”
does it scare you?
does it make you uncomfortable?
to jump into where the demon lies at night?
are you ready to kill yourself... to plan your own funeral? burn that body and dance on the ashes. kick it in the snow and run towards the daisies. feel. scream. touch. mourn. do it all, because I don’t know you. I hope to. but you have to die first. get over yourself and fucking die. I don’t want you anymore. I never did. I was only afraid. And you were there to comfort. now I’m healing, and I want no memory of you. so die, my poor little soul, die and grow.