Have you made any plans?
Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself.
All those things together?
It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.
Stichwörter: 4-48-psychosis
No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.
Sarah KaneHave you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don't care, life's too long. You can have any man you want. I want him...except him. Always suspected the world didn't smell of fresh paint and flowers. Smells of piss and human sweat If there could have been more moments like this.
Sarah KaneStichwörter: pain love sadness depression desire
Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn’t I wish you hadn’t I wish you’d left me alone.
Sarah KaneStichwörter: life saved 4-48-psychosism-love
Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?
Sarah KaneStichwörter: love ache 4-48-psychosis sadnes
They will love me for that which destroys me.
Sarah KaneStichwörter: love destroy 4-48-psychosis
You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.
Sarah KaneStichwörter: strength love sadness 4-48-psychosis
He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.
Sarah KaneStichwörter: sadness guilt depression
If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.
Sarah KaneAnd the rats eat my face. So what.
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