This is a start to a song that I'm trying to write
its mean to be really soft...

Blood drips down head to toe,
its a secret...

Blood pours down
from my wrist...

You said you'd call,
you never showed...

Every time i see your picture
every time i talk to you...

They laugh when i cry
they play while i bleed...

I'm so confused,
dont know what to do...

Black my eye,
and watch me cry...

I look around
see you smiling at me...

She takes the knife from the bottom drawer;
sharpens the blade...

My name is Leah,
I'm 10 years old...

You love is like a flower,
with a big bunch of thorns...