Sitting alone in my room
looking at the blade
painting a picture upon my wrist
slowly slipping away....
silent death
no one hears me scream
i fade away, close my eyes
i wake up...it was all a dream

I always thought about you...never myself...but the day i killed myself...as i reached for the gun, for once you werent the only thing that went through my head....

People don't die from suicide,
They die from sadness

With a tear of blood and a black rose upon my pillow i depart this world forever

Your tears are all my pain

A sour taste in my mouth my time is close no more deppression no more pain i'll do it without fears i'll cut my veins

..::..Living life in sin...
trying to cut out the demons within..::..

I have a desire in my heart, a knife in my hand, but no guts to follow through...but when i do gain the courage will you miss me?

Heads you live....tales you die....

The blood want bring you back but nether did the tears and this feels so much better