Good-bye doesn’t mean forever.

Im thinking of the day you went away... the day you said goodbye... the day you left me... the day you died

Im thiking its going over and over in my head... the last words you ever said

Bang bang, and im dead.

She slit her wrists,
covered in blood,
treated like shit,
died in mud

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[-]As i swallow pill by pill
i pray the lord my soul to kill
and as i swallow one by one
i hold the trigger on this gun[-]

I never cry when I cut my wrists,
I cry to release the pain......

They cant break your heart, if its no longer beating

The cuts may hurt tomorro, but they bring me peace for today

A pill cant satisfy me the was a razorblade can