2 years since you died
2 years and i still cry...
Don't trust ma mother I don't trust ma father with...
She died.
And because of her death I sit here...
The wind blows,
and with it goes my memories...
Crumpled surface, rough to touch
Broken by fear, violence, disgrace...
My heart may beat
Blood runs cold thru my veins...
When I was young i was scared of my attic,
But, now i realize it isn\'t that bad...
Hands pull me under to drown
Eyes stare directly at me...
WHEN THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO
IT MAKES YOU FEEL REALLY LOW...
Darkness.
All around...
You wanted a suicide?
Well here's mine...
Instant headaches from the game you played minutes...
Wrapping anything around your neck just to feel...