From here to there I wonder why, People cut themselves The only reason is a lie. With the blood flowing down their arm Of course we'll stare when they do self-harm. An "emo" we call them They know the name, We act as we slice ourselves But emos are only ashamed. They CAN help their feelings of being the one alone, They hide for the day just dying to get home. They head to the sink ...
Her last thought, as she succumbed to the darkness, was that of him, he who made her fall into this depression, he who first forced her to pick up that what would soon become her best friend. It always felt so cool, so right in her small, scarred hands. The feel of the smooth metal excited her, and every time she placed it against her marble skin, she thought of him, he who created this monster. ...
you never leave your always here suffocating me I can barely breathe because you don't love me as the pain kills me inside I bleed for you as painful tears roll down my face I'm drowning in the painful memories that can't be forgotten nobody will ever love me because I no longer feel I'm dead inside all because of you you lied to me and that hurt more than anything
I cannot breath, All tied up from these bandages; That are holding me. I bleed on the inside; Feeling my broken wings. Blood drips down; All warm and sticky. Staining all my feathers the color crimson red. I close my eyes; I cannot move. Bandages so tight; It makes me want to die. Time goes by; A tear rolls out of my eye. I start to cry, As I think; ...
I pick up the blade and stare down at my arm; Looking at the next vein for me to harm. I take a breath in; and drag the blade down; As it slice through my skin, I try to breath out.. A ragged voice comes out, as I shout; Blood starts dripping out and down. The crimson red blood, Warm and gooey; Falls to the floor. I fall down and cry; watching the time tick by. ...
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