the miserable life of a miserable teenager

and I don’t.

You tell me to smoke less,

and I don’t.

You tell me not to swear,

and I do.

You tell me not to hurt my own skin,

and I do.

So why are you trying?

Clearly, theres nothing left.

You know, on that haunting day,

I lay in the hospital, laughing.

“Look at the fucking mess, I’ve become.”

Didn’t mean to disappoint.

I’ve always been a sinner. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.