Cut my wrists
and hope to die
poke the bloody needle
straight through my eye
as i look up with bloody tears
tell me do they satisfy?
do they make you cringe
or do they make you cry?
why did you leave,
and why didn't i die?
this is an old poem i found the other day. and i thought it was good, sad but good, and i kinda feel like that today sooo...it's up.
