I live my life,
under a knife...

People try to help me get better,
but theres no use im a quitter...

Why should I believe?
He's never done anything for me...

I take a grip,
I watch it drip...

There you go,
everyone will know...

"this isn't mine but when i read it it meant...
If only i knew...

Wrapped in chains of quilt the demons torture me...
***i dont get it either** lol...

Tears are falling, away from the puddle i'm...

Blood
will spill...