She puts the blade to her wrist and asks herself why she even exists
The sorrow clouds her vision she makes the first incision but she cuts too deep and begins to weep
She very much dreads her life ahead her future is bleak and she's at her peak
She shreds her wrist and watches the blood run in shear bliss
She can't wait to be in the ground when the world implodes she won't be around.
Xx_ChemicalGrl_xX · Mon Nov 23, 2009 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |