Where can i begin?
the life i used to know is no longer,
the pain i used to know, is growing stronger.
i used to think of hate, then i met my fate.
the one thing that convinced me to love life,
was that one sharp and shiny knife.
He made me stop cutting,
then when he left,
he took my smile with him.
he took my soul, and broke my heart.
now i use my wrists and veins,
as the perfect kind of art.
i carve my hopes and dreams there,
and don't try to tell me that this isn't fair.
He was the only real part of me
My own kind of air
No im suffocating
In my self hatred
Will you stop the bleeding?
Just shoot it out of me,
Kill whats left of me.
and finally set me free
