sometimes i think i need to stay
but deep inside my head i know
that all this pain wont go away
unless i let my red blood flow

[..||_I.Never.Asked.For.Death..
But.Hey.If.The.Coffin.Fits_||..]]

Invisible cuts bleed down my wrist
I need some help, save me from the sharp blades kiss

Urges take over, blackness floods my mind
Hate takes over, the blades in site
Knowing whats right but still doing wrong
You push me to the edge, but now you've won

A bucket of blood, a cup of tears soon will wash away my fears

this is part of one of my poems

I can't give ne1 else my heart because i haven't got a whole heart to give, u see when u left u took part of it with u and tht part i can never get back

She plays beautiful music
music with a twist
the piano keys are razorblades
and she plays them on her wrist

If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

Pick up the gun and shoot me in the head,
thats where i've always belong; dead.