I will take this razor blade,
And write a story on my wrist...
Life is great besides all the things that bring me...
i wonder if i can ever forget...
She sits by the phone
And waits for the call...
I didnt get to say goodbye
The unsaid words, Still in my mind...
Looking at my wrists you can see . . .
Each red line tells a deep, dark tale...
Sometimes the days go by so slow
Life isn't any fun...
How many goodbyes does it take to break a heart?
How many lost loves can fully tear someone apart...
I stand alone,
with no one by...
Like a withered rose I no longer glow
Like a withered rose my pain always shows...
I’m sorry for my depressing posts.
Usually I’m more inspired...
She's not broken but she's down
It will take some time to heal...
Moments,
soaked and swollen...