Everyday i get worse
everyday the thought of suicide crosses my mind...
To confused to know whats wrong
To empty to try and figure it out...
The feeling inside....
Slowly eating...
Constantly having to pull myself up
so i'll tie a string to this ceiling...
The tears that fall upon this page will no sooner...
Hear I am,
once again...
As the saddened summer dew falls from my cheeks,
The blade moves silently upon my wrist...
I keep wiping away the tears
Trying to forget that night...
With scars on her wrists
And tear-stained cheeks...
Shes just that normal girl,
No one takes any notice of her dark feelings...
The thought of you makes me smile,
The thought of you being mine...
Tell me that I'm useless
And that I waste your time...