She cut her fragile wrists and let them bleed lifting her head only to look at the mirrior no longer at herself but at an awsome stranger... |
They suffered untold terrors in the darkness of my shed and huddled together for comfort fearing that the light of day may leave them dead |
In my world death is so full that hope is not necessary and there for it is forgotten and replaced with fear... |
My little blade |
How can i survive when everyones against me... even myself. |
My hearts a barless prison |
For all the things you live to regret i'll be your number one... |
Life is shit |
Life isnt what its cut out to be but I can cut life out of me... |
Let me lift this heavy veil I place upon my wrists and show to you all my worst enimies the reasons that I still exist |