Deep inside where my soul can hid
i feel the coldness you left with in my body...
Bandages across my fingertips,
Blood drips from lips...
Hard to see through something thats broken...
I sit here at 2:00 in the morning.
Wondering what it is your doing...
~This is not really a poem but w/e its to get my...
I have 10 scares on my wrist, but 11 trys to kill...
You infuriate her.
You degrade her...
Come as one
My children of the night...
I was doing so good just ask my friends
until this last week...
Tried to be the kid
that you wanted me to be...
I stare down at you, and watch you in pain,
you stare up at me, watching the grin on my face...
The doubt creeping into my soul
Hatred building over the love...
The night is cold and sharp
Like a blade about to pierce...