She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why...
We are your mistakes
The disillusions of the past...
Wrists of red,
With scars unread...
Blue is for all the times
I've cried myself to sleep...
Everyone annoys me,
I wish I had a knife...
The first thing she did today
was to yank a chair out from underneath Mary...
It's not supposed to go this way,
How can I live, in this mental dismay...
Tears don't come like they use to.
They use to flow in rivers...
Here i am traveling to my death,
Counting down the minutes till i draw my last...
This one is for the people
who look at me and stare...
Here i am, crawling
barely able to move...
Walking over shards of a broken life slain there...
Tightly tangled embers, forgotten and freely bound...