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by Emily Andrews Nov 10, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I slice down the center It's what i deserve now I'm going to hurt you doubt i have the nerve a tingling sensation envelopes my body red stains my pail flesh now I'm going to hurt you've put me to the test the metal enters my putrid skin now I'm going to hurt this body I'm trapped in rip it astray peel it away now I'm going to hurt the scars will stay deeper and deeper till i hit the pain my fingers grow cold as ice now I'm going to hurt emptiness has its price hallow is my soul blurring is my sight now I'm going to hurt for I am a parasite I lay on the cold, hard floor turn my head to see a sprawled out arm a pool of red liquid grows larger in my hand I grasp my deadly lucky charm i fall into blackness the light slips farther and father from me the pain seeps through my veins i float into a better world subconsciencly