Dear doctor i was sent to you
for the burns along my hands...
Let me tell you a story about a girl who cries at...
Only time will tell if she'll ever be mentally...
It's been so long since I heard her speack those...
I Love You...
All these memories I'm blessed with, are my curse
And I don't think it could get any worse...
It would be easier to give up,
Everything feels dark and blurry...
A weathered, frayed doll sits quietly at a corner
Its patches illuminated by dim rays of light...
I sit here
Cutting away my pain...
Deep inside
hidden with lock and key...
I wish I could make you realize
That you hurt me so much inside...
THE SUN IS BLOCKED BY THE BLACKNESS OF MY HEART
IT ONCE WAS ALIVE BUT NOW IT'S DEAD AND RIPPED...
I hate my life
so with this knife...
Satan said he could make you a deal,
a trade for a trade; an eye for an eye...