by Bleeding Mascara   Jan 29, 2006

Gash my wrists
Slit your soul
Constant searches
To fill this hole

Outbreaks of silence
Filled with my tears
Loneliness will only confirm
All of my fears

Hurting your touch
Defending my call
Comfort in pain
Created by all

Art on my body
Comes from the soul
Solitude in writing
Becoming my goal


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  • 18 years ago

    by Melissa

    I love this, beautifully done! Great job!