Scars heel, but the pain doesn't! The only reason you let your scars heel was becasue you were planning your death!

Red is the color of love
Red is the color of passion
Red is the color of the end of my life
Red is the color of blood

Death is not a begining
Death id not can end
Death is smiply a stepping stone
which we must all cross

She's searching for a pulse
As she begins to realize
The one she loves the most
Is no longer alive

****this quote is from my poem, Her wrist is like a book, check it out if u like it! Luvs!****

Why did you have to leave?

Quick! pull the trigger and let me go,
Don't change your mind, let it flow...

I'd kill myself just to escape your reach!

Loves the slowest form of s u i c i d e

So let me tell you T h i s

his lips are laced with c y a n i d e

and im addicted to his k i s s

"I love the everlasting effects
Of sharpened blades on wrists and necks."

I wander lost in this forsaken world, waiting for my first kiss; Death.