I dream of dying...
these are the best times of my life
i think back to those cuts
i think back to that knife

I rise from my death bed
of red liquid surrounds
the gash on my thigh
is dripping blood down

I crept out my window
n walked miles barefooted
n followed my bloody trails
back home

To say ud die 4 him is so mis used :(
id die 4 him
in the most excrutiating way possible
n id be loving it..

Just another sad n tragic tale
bout a lonely girl
sick of this stereotype of being so dark..

...oh god
i did it again
i cut myself cos i needed the pain

PUNCh it once...
PUNCh it twice!
F*K your bleeding!!!
but it feels so nice...

Ugly girl with dead pan eyes
greets her existence with painful cries

Call me morbid...
call me pale,
i dont see sunlight...
cos im afraid

So darling cut a little deeper tonight...
and i promise you rewards,
die in a pool of blood
and leave this F*ked up hEll