Time for bed and i sit on the floor contemlating if i want to live anymore
I hole the knife tightly in my hand and tremble as it slits the pale skin and begins to fall gently down and hit the ground
I feel my salty tears falling and hit the blood that has layed my my hand for years
the red scars have given me hope and some way to finally cope with all the lost friendships and all the lost tears and all the lost....me for all of these years
I wish I could feel could hold onto anything but my life is just..gone and i won't ever be something. I will slit so deep one day or one night that my blood will wash away my pain and my fright
One day you'll see me all covered in scars and dead just left bleeding never again left sleeping
