by X.x Ashamite x.X Aug 15, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
Each day I wakeup and put on some makeup in the hope that Ill be pretty enough for you to glance my way. I cry myself to sleep at night because behind these hazel eyes lies my eternal depression and razorblade obsessions.. You see my happy smile not knowing that it's forced.. I lie straight too your face while I stand there holding suicides hand and tell you that i'm okay. The darkness is creeping in all around me and destroying what's left of me. I get the blade and hold it tight wondering wether to do it tonight? |
by Vincenzo
Cheer up.. it's never worth it |