Do my wrists turn u on...
an emo boys lust
lying in a bath tub
blood coming fast
do u like what it smells like?
the sick aromour of blood
do u like wat it looks like
a crimson streaming sun...
you say it hurts u
but ive seen ure wrists
hypocritical battles
give methe shits...
dont u hate when it stains the bath
or when ure to numb to feel
u could cut to the vein
and things dont seem real
or when your razors blunt
n a scrape is a scratch
instead of a huge gaping red gash...
dont u hate the temptations
pill bottles in drawers
razers in showers
mirrors that convey ure every flaw
dont u hate how it hurts
hate how dirty it makes u feel
a hand rubbing your thigh
feeling calloused flesh
cuts waiting to heal...
dont u hate ure bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep
and will ureself this time to cut really deep...
tossing and turning
guys coming and going
tears burning
a muted phone call
waiting in the dark
for something thats not going to happen!!!
blood on my hands
blood on thefloor
smeared bath
rapping on the door
coughing up sobs
toxins haunting ure blood
closed eyes
see... im not so tough...
does my sickness turn u on
the darkness in my sky
an emo boys lust
a hospital bed
heart monitoring
so i have got a heart still
i find that amazing
medicated n supervised...
so does that turn u on
being babied around
scratches down my arm
suicide watch
camped outside my door
mum
thats why im dead
cold on the floor
does my casket turn u on
an emo boys lust
you said ud always be there dee
but u broke my trust
buried in a deep hole
theres not a sound
everyone ill pay there respect
as the rain falls down...
so this was it
an emo boys lust
a suicide so vicious...
is a depressed teenages must!
