my thoughts are most shocking. <br />i think i should run untill i can't breath. <br />then maybe the pain would go away. <br />i think of how much of a whore i am. <br />giving blow jobs in a church parking lot. <br />i think of how bad i look. <br />heavy black make up. <br />tight clothes, and dark hair. <br />nails painted black to show the emptiness in my heart. <br />i think of how i would die without my sister. <br />helping every step of my lonley life. <br />i think of the cuts on my wrist. <br />reminding me of my need to seperate the skin and watch the blood on the floor. <br />i think of the constant reminders always circling my bieng. <br />reminding me of what a fu** up i am. <br />i think of the countless, nameless drugs in my system. <br />x, coke, weed. and countless others. <br />i think of the lung cancer i'll have when im older. <br />i think of how i need a cigarette. <br />i think of how im going to die. <br />will it be murder? <br />or will they trie me as a witch in the town square. <br />i think of how i overdosed last week. <br />i think i need help. <br /> <br />written by bleeding mascara<br /><br />Carissa McBride<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shocking-thoughts-of-a-gothic-whore/
