I've been smoking my mother's brand of cigarettes because I hate myself to death.
I burnt a hole through my brain trying to remember not to do this again.
I take what they tell me to feel like myself.
But I'm not so sure of when I became someone else.
Nobody notices chapped lips and headaches so I don't get up most days.
Sometimes you can't get over what you're going through.
If I feel like nothing, eventually I will feel nothing at all.