Here I am dead
my heart was yours but now it's gone...
I want to tell you something,
Though I know you're in a hurry...
Dear God,
I dont know if you're listening...
Sometimes I find myself
talking to the moon...
I cut to help myself
I am myself when I cut...
The opening of a door.
When all hell is revealed...
From pain,
she speaks...
This is the story of a girl,
who lives for the night...
I'm still holding on to things left unsaid
Letters left unread, tucked inside my head...
I know these demons that haunt you,
That live inside you...
The feeling of the knife slitting my wrist,
all the pain it feels good but hurts at the same...
You see her smiling, saying she's ok.
But do you really know what shes tryna say...