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by Raychil May 11, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Crimson blood Mixed with tears What has happened Throughout the years? What is wrong? What is right? There is no difference At least not tonight Have I fallen? Will I die? Once I run out of Tears to cry Will the metal Steal all my life? Will all be lost To some simple knife? Did I grow weak? Or did I give in? Was there a point? Could I ever win? Did sins take over The choices I made? Will I keep slipping And completely fade? I stare in the mirror Still all I see Is that pathetic defect I know as me The crimson keeps flowing The tears start to stain But in the morning I'll smile And hide all my pain What's just one more day Of living this lie? What's just one more night For me to cry? What's one more let down For me to let slide? What's one more cut For me to hide?