It's times like these i think of Death,
About it's possibilities to end my breath...
Hello, I'm back,
but I guess that doesn't matter...
I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...
I closed the door,
I rummaged through the cabinet...
Can you see the walls crumbling,
Hear the shrill screams...
Hiding away as my body slowly dies,
The darkness invading my mind...
What i told you was between us not for everyone...
These moments I feel down
I just get to myself and frown...
All I needed was a
sweatered shoulder...
Now i cut, and i have tried to commit suicide...
I could cut myself, and kill myself and no one...
The day you said goodbye i cried. every now and...