Papercuts

smoking my last fag in stages. B&H gold.
Cold mulled wine one bottle...empty stomach. hardly any food in.
I wish it would all go away.
I cant feel my heart beating, i wish i could then id know how to stop it. rip it out
blood is comforting.
Angsty mood. I want to get wrecked and lose control for a while.
Phones off. lights off.
I wish i could change it all.
Fuck the world tonight, its not mine.
A shard of glass, running it up and down. still no blood.
I wish i was bleeding outside.
so.fucking.low.
Im leaving.