The tears i cry for you
arent drops of clear,
but rather, drops of red

She finds it ironic as she puts the blade to her wrist, that you dont even realize that it isnt the knife biting and tearing at her skin- but your own words biting and tearing her heart...

Red slides down her wrist, leaving streaks of orange. clear runs down her cheeks, leaving bright green eyes. her body slides down the wall, leaving dark shadows of death.

Its been a year since i last touched my small blade, but once again my hands itch to hold it, my skin yearns to feel it, & my blood wishes to be set free...

How is it that just 1 stupid person can cause me 2 carve so many scars into my skin? just 1 stupid person can make me feel so empty inside...

Why is it that i still get suprised when someone rejects? when someone doesnt want to be my friend? why does that still make me feel so empty? why does that make me pick up my blade?

I really thought you were different... but no youre just like every other selfish, self-centered, hypocritical, stupid boy out there...

I feel so cold and empty inside & its all because of you..

I feel so stupid. i mean to actually think that you cared? what was i thinking?

&& with this broken heart i scream.. but in this blind & deaf world.. no one but me hears the sound of my soul in pain... && it was all just a waste of breath