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by Vacant Expressions Mar 8, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
My wrist is a shade of suicide red A crimson rain free falls to the floor And relief floods my tired soul once more Stare at the wound I caused myself I am starting to get dizzy There is no one left to miss me These drugs are finally sedating Numbing my searing pain But my salty tears I can't contain I tried hard to make it through Fighting myself day after day But nothing I did kept our memories at bay I beg for forgiveness As I take my own life With my trusty blood stained knife The room is slowly fading As I whisper my final goodbye Love, my friends is a four letter lie Thanks for reading. Rate & Comment please?