sillypaws87

It's a blade on the wrist It's a sick, never ending twist It's life after death It's living in a mess It's hiding from all you know Put the blade to your wrist and pull the trigger Let the blood flow to the ground Let it cover you as you sit there in silence Let this be the last cut But who are you to do this to yourself? Who am I to do this to myself? I feel I do deserve this I know I do deserve worse I will try to die I will try to die I will cut myselfdry It's a secret in your own It's a bloodless, lusting game It's dying every day It's a lonely masquarade I ought to put the blade to my wrist and pull the trigger Letti