Gentle touch ~written 2 yrs ago~

Oh how I long for my sweet release
where forever I'll be wearing my blood on my sleeves

I try to run, I can't escape
I won't ever be free from all my past mistakes

My mistakes that harm my body and cut my soul

but all that's nothing compared to what you stole
you took away my life and everything I lived for
now I'm to tired to tell of what's inside my core

deep inside, lays so much
but you'll never know because of my blades gentle touch