not much to say... I have green eyes and long brown hair... I started writing since I have been in depression, but never wrote very much or very well.. but it kinda helps |
These cuts are getting deeper
They are starting to mean more...
Yours arms are open wide
Your calling my name...
The thought of you leaving is killing me inside
I never thought I could feel this way about...
Why did it hafta end up like this?
Why did you hafta go and break my heart...
I would drive for hours for you
Just for my heart to feel safe...