Everyone has a twin. some are born with theirs while others find them in a best friend

Everyone has a different fight. A different wound that keeps them bleeding.

-smile empty soul

There's a hole in my heart and I don't know why.

-sum 41

Slit your wrist
Hope to die
Won't exist
Hear them cry

You say no one cares
But I was always there
Now I feel the same
And you're the one to blame

(might turn it in to a poem)

Who gets to say what's normal?

The pen = my blade
the paper = my wrist
the ink = my blood

In the middle
Of this storm
I need you
To keep me warm

I need you here
Don't walk away
Just hold me close
And promise you'll stay

To rid the fear
In my mind
I know it's you
I have to find