I hope my demise is slow and full of the glory of pain.
My crimson tears shall fall with no hesitation.
My heart shall beat labourously until tha last of my salty river runs down my mascara stained face.
My breaths shall be short and hurtful until my last crimson tear falls.
Never again will another heart beat be heard.
Never again will my forced happiness be shown.
Never again will my suicidal wrists be covered...
