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?

Close your eyeS
Wish to die

Open your eyeS
you are still alive

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

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

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

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

Life is dead, and so are you.
So why not end it with a 22.

If i can make it to my funeral,
I'll smile to the crowd
And say "wipe your eyes,
Cos I'm finally alive"

[a little band called Halifax]

+.+ Erase the blood upon my wrist, it's too noticable, place it somewhere else,
less noticable +.+

"My Heart Cry's Blood For You"