by JAVIER Nov 28, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
As The blade i hold looks inviting i turn my head to the one i hurt as i see her sitting there gripping the blankets all i can do is cry knowing she hurt me as i take the blade that is so inviting i began to sink it in my skin as teh first penetrates the skin my breath siezes for a moment and teh blaade drags down i feel my life pour out through my scar as i hear her cries of pleading for me to stop i dig the blade deeper feeling my heart come out as the crimson blood pool is getting bigger my life is getting shorter my breaths more shallow my movements nearly gone my eyes completely shut |
So joyful...5/5 |