Wings flutter in the dark,
Unseen by light-filled eyes...
All these people keep asking,
If I'm ok...
I don't know who I am,
Who I've become...
I read somewhere that
one should never write...
She slowly slices her skin
and closes her eyes in bliss...
A slash of the wrist to get me by
every day i hope to die...
My hair is so messy and tangles.
my eyes are filled with tears...
I think im getting better
it was such a hard task...
Paint me a picture,
Paint it with my blade...
I feel so lonely, so depressed,
All the time I want to cry...
Despair is the last emotion before death,
Life is the journey towards the dark...
I cant go on,
in this world full of pain...