Writing is an ART, and words are like COLORS. my paper is a giant COLORING BOOK as i fill it with the emotions i am FEELING and the lonliness i fear. I hate the way you leave me by myself, I just sit there and CRY.... |
Do you see the scar on my arm? |
Im not like them, but i can pretend... |
Trying to numb the pain |
Drowning in a pool of tears |
Slit My Wrist Hope To Die, Sing Me One Last Lullaby |
Blood Rushing From My Wrist, Hoping For Eternal Bliss... |
Place the barrel to my head, now im wishing i was dead... |
Slice my life away, This is the price i'll have to pay |
You shouldn't be ALONE when you're BROKEN |