This is dedicated to Danae Dupuis who died not...
R.i.p Danae...
In the early morning
When I rose...
Blood
The cold, shiny, red, liquid...
Depression in my skin
Frowns upon my face...
Hurt no more
Dont play with sorrow...
She’d never done it before
Cutting, self mutilating, it was all new to her...
They stood in the middle of the mall
screaming at each other...
I wanted you to know ,
that I love the way you laugh...
It wasn't long ago that i lost myself
i don't know who i am and I'm drowning in my...
Is it my fault,
that you dont care...
What is it to never be loved?
How could someone feel so alone...
The nights going fast
i havent seen you yet...