dee.'s Journal

your little hoodrat friend makes me sick
but after I get sick I just get sad, because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken, but always being both must be a drag. she's been calling me again, your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again, and I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin, like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings. she says it hurts, but it's worth it. tiny little text etched into her neck it said, "jesus lived and died for all your sins". she's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back. it said, "damn right I'll rise again". ( yeah, damn right you'll rise again. )