My hurt burns to ashes
Blowing away with the cold winter night...
The blade rests upon my skin
Forward and back it slides again...
I'm the worst friend
You said it yourself...
Living in a house where you used to walk
Where you used to live and breathe, hurts...
Pulling out the cutting board
Taking out the knife...
Pain and blood
Run through my mind...
Despair is fiiling my heart
Sorrow filling my soul...
Your smile leaves an impression on my eyelids
As I close them for the night of horrid dreams...
Your blood pours into mine
As we lay here and die...
They called her,
"Ashley!"...
I sit there and watch
My life pass away...
Killing myself is all I can think about
Shame amd embarrassment keeps me quiet...