Razors in my hand cuts on my wrists.
I see blood dripping down like red colored mist.
Tears always running straight down my face.
Depression and anger is always the case.
Always wanting to kill myself.
I think its the only way to escape my hell
Living in a world of hurt and despair.
Never has death ever made a scare.
If no one can understand my feelings.
Then my heart will forever stay black.
And will never begin healing.
Absolutely no one can understand.
Except my fellow emo's who offer me a razor filled hand..
