I love to read and write poetry. |
You found out that I was a cutter,
You tell me that I should stop...
I'm going to draw a picture,
But this picture has a twist...
Her room is dark,
She lays in bed...
Sitting here with nothing to do,
Thoughts wander to various things...
Ah! those rainy days,
I remember them oh-so-well...
As I lay dying,
in my little black room...
Why do I cry? I cry for love, I cry for pain, I cry for forgiveness, I cry for you. |
I suck at life, but I'm wicked cool. |
«| I don't miss you, I miss who I thought you were...|« |