When death comes, welcome it with open arms or forever suffer. |
Bloody wrists touch my broken heart |
Suicide is Death |
Suicide seems like the only way out. Everything's closing in. And theres no one here to help |
Loving you is like the crimson that pours from my wrist, it makes me breathless and takes me away. |
Every thought is just another feeling that I miss. Every cut is just more blood from my frozen wrist |
Crimson...i can feel the blood pouring out of my body. i feel the warmth of the light as i run towards it..peace will never come |
If you really lov a person, nothing should get between you and the person. Unless they have a bf/gf, then your screwed |
Love is a tricky thing... Just when you think it's being nice, it punches you in the heart |
Death may be the most beautiful flower, but love is the most hurtful |