*Note this is a poem I had done when I had just...
Death, death is a horrible thing...
I listen to the radio
as the rain pours down...
The eeriness of the way you feel so alone, gets to...
This...
Her wrist is like a book
Each cut has a different story...
~*This is actually a song I wrote that I will be...
You went away when I was just 5 years old...
Should I say sorry?
Sorry that I felt this way...
I see the tears you shed
I see the life's you took...
Twisting
Writhing...
I know that you are gone, but I constantley ask...
I have nothing else without you, nothing in my...
A razor blade
A stained towel...
Living in this dark abyss,
And in this sea of despair and agony...
You cut.
You cut today...