| DIE STUPID These are the only words for me So I scrap them in For my own eyes to read Streams of very little blood Streaked across my stomach Something to feel Something to trace The only words I think When I fuck up once more When I think my thoughts �Stupid� is all I hear �Die� is all I want Funny how you screw up one little thing And it makes you want to slit your wrists Makes you want to drive off a cliff Or maybe run into on coming traffic Makes you want to disappear forever Or go straight to hell Cuz at least you know what�s there But instead run to the bathroom Lock the door An inch of wood is holding you Inside your mind As you lightly sketch the words On a paper of flesh In red drippy ink �DIE STUPID� |
| Die Stupid |