A Bleeding Memory

by OhhBabyyGiirl   May 16, 2006


I Sit in my room,
wit a knife in my hand,
now when i bleed,
don't tell me you understand.

tears fall from these blue eyes,
as i put this knife to my wrist,
i want this all to end,
but the pain i can't reist.

My bed sheet became a blood red,
the color stained on the floor,
the silent screams and the bleeding dreams,
theres bloody finger prints on the door.

There Blood on the ceiling,
theres blood on the wall,
just look at bloody body,
is this everything you wanted? is this it all?

I'll just be another faded memory,
inside your happy life,
now just f u c k i n g remember,
i lost everything i onced loved because of a f u c k i n g knife.

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