When the blade dances across my wrist,
My world is filled with absolute bliss...
I step outside, a days work done,
As twilights' brief lights wane...
There i was lying on my bed
thinking of things going on in my head...
The anger is coming out and behind
his own mind, her own pity...
I'm so scared
all alone...
Sunglasses hide tear stained cheeks,
Impressions in our hearts last for weeks...
Death, the endless sleep,
a non-breathing dream...
I am the black rose with the dark soul
my darkness i do not try to conceal...
Day after day I climb little by little though...
No one helping me to get where I want to be...
It's hard for me to show you, what I feel beneath...
Mornings are for new starts, afternoons for sunny...
When it goes to your head
you just may wind up dead...
About a week later,
Her mom went into her room...