Two hundred cuts
In just three days...
**Dedicated to those who lose their lives to...
You married young, a girl of nineteen...
Quiet, Now, Don't Make a sound
Forget to breathe & hit the ground...
Are you hiding your fear?
Are you hiding more than one tear...
Do you ever get that little voice inside your...
It says...
-i picked it up
it was ice cold...
She Stared At Her Victim
And Taunted Him With The Knife...
Don’t you see?
It’s meant to be...
Before you read the poem:
The poem is about suicide, I don't want to kill...
My heart aches
And I can\'t take anymore...
Today i am leaving
My sins and pain...
The knife slipped through my skin,
the Cold ache of the cut...