Don't know if your OK
I don't even know if your alive havent seen you in...
Wishing myself in a grave. i don't think you care...
slit open wrists...
Can i laugh when i want to cry
can i smile when i want to die...
In the darkness
the dead walk the night...
As i hold this razor blade to my wrist
all i know will not be missed...
Will you let me forget my past or dad are going to continue to stab my back are you even really here or are you my worst fear |
Am i still alive or are these scars a reminder that im dead? |
Dreams are lies we choose to belive |