Gaze in to the mirror and tell me what u see, the scars the cuts the bruises from your past insanity?
do you see the the stains of tears that once ran down your face
and can u see the hate that has long sense taken there place.? i can
i see your sadness i see your pain and i wonder other then the scars what have you gained? will u cut again just to feel the warm blood run down you cold wrists?!!?
i see the urning in your eyes u wish to do so you wont have to face the death of your own mentality. now i Begin to cry knowing you are me
