What have i done to you that makes you hate me
i cant stand this pain it makes me high
that razor lies under my bed ready to prove its
use. I'll paint my body with blood.and paint the walls with whats left of my soul.suicide such an amazing word.it speaks of nothing but release.a way out of this insane hell.the dying and screaming its so thrilling.the bleeding the beatings such a beautiful disaster.i feel the pain it makes me feel such a euphoria that will never subside it gives you something to remember. with the butterflied lacerations you will always see when you look at your wrists....suicide such a wonderful word
