A nameless tombstone
hidden among the leaves...

I feel like crying,
and I dont know why...

*yick*
I sit in the corner...

Him and I made a mistake.
That no one could ever know...

This blade that sits in my hand
serves no other purpose but one...

Getting used to the dissappointments.
Nothing to look forward to...

Picture to explain poem...
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32167190...

The Scars on my arms tell a story,
but the pages do not end there...

What the f**k is wrong with me
why must I feel this way...

Falling into old habbits again
burning braincells and cutting skin...

Confessions of my lie,
Im cutting again, my friend...

Call me -Em0-
and you\'ll be dead...