Thursday (Hannah)

Thursday (Hannah)

I cut my skin, it starts to bleed
And on my sin, it starts to feed.

This blade will pierce, and pull me in
At this game of life I doubt I’ll win.

You b***h, you b***h you've killed me now,
And when I die you won’t know how.

You’ll feel the pain I always feel
But soon I won’t be sadly real.

You think you know me, I think you don’t
And I guess that forever and ever you won’t

You say you’re a b***h, yea well that’s true
And before I die, I hope I kill you

You don’t deserve to escape the pain
To not see your blood fall in the rain

But before you die, I’ll make you bleed
You can watch it flow, and watch sin feed

I know you hate me, you deserve to die.
I’ll show you the pictures, you’ll see me cry

I cut my skin, watch the blood fall down
And in this sea of tears, I hope I drown.

i wrote this about a girl i knew, she has nearly killed me. and i hate her