The scars on my arms tell my story
My life's sadness and faded glory...
Leave me
Treat me like dirt...
I cut to feel
To know I'm alive...
I sit here in bed
With my knees pulled up to my chin...
Pretty young lady sits in a chair
Twisting and twirling her golden, blonde hair...
Days ago she had something to say;
now the toilet seat has become a comfort...
Unthinkable times,
Unbreakable hearts...
Last year passed quickly
Some wishes remained asleep...
Dark Red
Trickles...
I'm on this ride,
and I don't know why...
I gave it a shot
It only lasted a week...
Lets face it,
i'll never be good enough...