10:49 PM

by emmie   Sep 8, 2008


She waits till she's is all alone
Then takes out her tools of sin
She bites down hard,
and forces deeply into her skin

She holds her breathe,
until her insides want to explode
She finds a steady pace,
for her self-destructive mode

She feels lightheaded,
and lays down on her bed
"Same time tomorrow?"
Was all she said.

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  • 15 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    I love your writting style you are def. on my favs.