A print of my thoughts
a print of my ways...
Death
Many people who do things, torture themselves with...
I look in my mirror and see this hopless girl
fighting a war against herself...
As the blade of the razor sharp knife cuts slowely...
When I see your face
My heart stops...
Rose are red violets are blue
My heart is cold as ice...
The fire in my eyes has gone out,
All I feel are twinges that were once tied to...
Black dark shapes, tall
Resisting dull death’s call...
This is to everyone who has ever thought of...
It never ends,
just continues on...
You are the one, who caused this,
These slits on my wrist...
Darkness sweeps across my room,
yet again, this is the end...