This bleeding wrist bleeds again tonight,
his blood-stained razor cries for life

I love the rain because you cant see my tears

Love is the slowest form of suicide

If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?

I dont live in the past, the past lives in me

Havent been on in about a year, debating closing my account. Check out my poems and let me know what you think. Please and thanks. I'll return the favor :)