I wrote everyones name on my knife ...heres a dedication to my life.....sliced twice and the blade was clean

"Id rather die on my feet than live on my knees"

Love is her prison, death is her need
as her heart began to slowly bleed.
You broke her heart, tore it in two.
Who knew what love could make her do?
Now theres nothing of her to save,
as she's being put into her deadly grave.

A diary under the mattress
drugs beneath the bed
A body on the bedroom floor
One gunshot to the head
She finally told the world how she felt

These scars are getting deeper and after awhile people quit looking.

Please forget me for this is the last thing i'll ever say.....but by the looks of it this goodbye wont matter anyways

Razor death fills her mind, I'm so sorry i can't find, the answer to her prayers

My knife is cold
my blood is red
my heart is broken
my life is dead

"I Found The Cure For Heart Break....Try A Bullet..."

Cover my tears with a fake smile,
Hold it back and try not to cry,
Live another day just wanting to die...