I walk through an empty park,
its dark just like my mind...
Crying over broken hearts
and tearing my body into parts...
I will pretend im better
they will soon find out...
I will sit here
slit my wrists...
Missing someone is the worst feeing,
sit here peeling some skin with a rusty razor...
The tears run down her face,
as she says goodbye...
A girl with blindfolds lays in bed
All the blood is oozing from her head...
I should've known this day was happening
But I was only five...
The air moves me up
while I push myself back down...
As i sit here with a whole load of people
i cant help but feel all aone...
We die far from home,
from family...
I run in the moon light and fridged cold.
I shake and damage myself more...