The importance of my existence seems to be shrinking before my very eyes.
and Jesus is looking through my window as I slit my wrists and he whispers to himself
"she's going to hell"
but he disappears when I say
"I don't believe in god"
there's no more protecting me from me anymore,
the feeling that is inside is what is making me up on the outside
and now God is tapping at my window trying to tell me that its not worth it
but he goes away when I scream
"God is a fake, if he was real he'd save me"
then the tapping stops and my red body fluids hit the floor as loud as thunder
He tried.