I sit in silence, with marks on my wrist, the...
I'll do anything to die, because living is killing...
Your scars were still showin when i first met you...
Nothing could have made me happier to be with you...
I hurt like never before, though my words may seem...
For it's been a long time, Ive felt out of my mind...
My death was a shock, yet not a surprise for all...
but i knew the pain, and i knew how hard it was...
I ran In the river
my legs collapse from the cold...
Who said cutting our wrists is what kills us...for me it's how i survive |
Suicide isn't what kills us...sadness is! |
...and when i'm gone, when i have finally done it, cut my body have a look...i can already tell you that you'll see a big black whole and a broken heart |