Midnight scars, Carpet stains.
Seem to make the pain go away.

Darkened nights, left behind.
To play with razor blades and blood red wrists.

I'm just waiting to die,
forgetting why
I even tried.

Is death a candle going out, or a candle burning down?

Close your eyeS
Wish to die

Open your eyeS
you are still alive

For What I Have Been Though You Think I would Care About Life But For The Things That Havn't Had And I Love This Little Blade Who Looks At Me So What More Could I Ask For?

As The Blades Slips Acrossed My Wrist I Feel No More Hrut For What You Have Done To This Broken Soul

Suicide, your painless good bye
Agonizing torture to those left behind
Undeniable grief from the tragic sin
Of taking life, before it was set to begin

Wanna see a horror movie?

Try living my life

We're given the right to live...shouldn't that mean we have the right to die.