How much I hate myself
For hating myself so much
That instead of getting angry
I get sad
How much I hate myself
For hating myself so much
That instead of hating you
I keep on hating me

Do not blame my mother for everything wrong with me.
Don't you know I revel in self-hate?
Blame me
Blame me
Blame me!

My existence is constantly being stabbed with a knife
And desperately wondering how I can bleed on them less

Everything is temporary
Nothing lasts forever
Don't worry, my dear
This happiness will not last
You will feel pain again

It was God's plan
For you to hate yourself
It was God's plan
For you to be all alone
It was God's plan
To give you the strength to finally
Do it
Do it
Kill yourself
And smile as you turn blue
Knowing that your wretched, worthless existence
Was all part of God's plan

Nothing could have prepared me
For the rot that I feel in my heart
And the slime that I feel in my blood
Nothing could have prepared me
For how often I believe that
I am not human

As an adult, I found out I was crazy
And I thought back to my childhood with a smile
"Thank goodness," I said, "that I didn't go to school!
I would have killed myself much sooner!"

"Are you suicidal because you were homeschooled?"
"I am able to be suicidal because I was homeschooled."

Don't come near me
But please talk to me
Don't touch me
But please hold me
Don't hurt me
But let me hurt you
I'm so alone
But also scared
How cruel that the only way to cure lonliness
Is to constantly put yourself in harm's way

I'm a rabid dog
Who should have been put down
Far before I was born

What's wrong?
You have the knife
Stab me
Are you afraid to prove you're a monster like me?
Or are you afraid that I'm human like you?

I want to die
But I am careful on the train tracks
I watch trucks pass by
I take medication with care
I want to die
But not enough to try

The only child in all of town
was homeschooled for her fears,
and it's a good thing that she was
since the school now disappeared.

She giggled as she forced him to take the knife he held to his own heart again and again. "Why are you killing yourself? Why are you killing yourself?"

She takes the sword and draws in the dirt
not a circle
but a constellation.
And once she is enclosed,
darkness surrounds her
and she is finally protected from the light.

Wicked was her name
She gave it to herself
Whenever one had asked for it
They turn and cry for help!

"I found it!" the boy says as he picks it up and puts it on. "My head!"

"Won't you stay for tea?" The house asks.
She tilts her head and says, "I didn't know houses could make tea."
"No, no," the house corrects. "Testosterone."
"Oh!" she exclaims. "In that case, certainly."

The maiden wanted someone to dance with, but she was all alone. So she takes a knife and kills herself. When the Reaper comes, she bows and asks, "Won't you dance with me?"
The Reaper said no.

You should never name a baby something pertaining to Death. Then, Death is confused and will never come. The baby will live forever. And won't it be a horrid life to never die?

She rips the skin off her face and carefully puts it away for safekeeping.
"Now I won't pick at it!" she smiles at herself.

God took a blow of His cigarrette and that was how fog was born. So it's on days like these that I am grateful He died of lung cancer.