He holds the blade, steady and sure, a lethal...
He picks up the gravel and throws it high...
With the petals breathed in close
Until the blooms tickled his nose...
Please, Don't kill me.
I'm not ready, Just not yet...
This is the last time...
I will pick up this knife...
The trail is hard
I can't take much more...
Girl staying up late,
and yet, only to end her fate...
I'll paint the mirrors in my room black
if it helps to forget you..my mere existence makes...
What have i done to you that makes you hate me
i cant stand this pain it makes me high...
Standing outside alone
wondering if i could ever call this place...
All alone i seem to break
i hear the voices...
I wonder if your satisfied
with what you've done to me...
Every day i sit here thinking of ways to kill my...