Pill Bottles Scattered.
A Puddle Of Blood...
It's taking me over.
The pain and the suffering...
She held the knife deep against her arm
Watching as the blood slowly ran down to her...
Tick tock it's going away dreams are running it's...
Dear Knife,
Cut my skin and make me cry...
'Do not worry love, come to me.
You have so much suffering...
The feeling is so strong.
It takes over your whole body...
The warmth in my skin proceeded to leave,
My mind packed what it had and left...
Ex-tra-ter-rest-rial
tor-men-ting-pain...
It lies
It hates...
I cut myself because i can
you cant stop me no you cant...
I live 3 life's and all are hidden from the other
i live the church girl...