you used to make me smile, now you make me sick. crawling back to me, with her sent fresh on your lips. you made a mistake, and im the ******* fool. i miss the thrill i got from your body, the security i felt in your arms. now thats gone, thrown away. now im laying here, wondering where the **** I went wrong.
remove the blade throw it away lay with me take my makeup off and hold me tight in my baggy T tell me your secrets everything will be okay baby i love you is all i have to say
It’s not easy to say it’s easier just to show you. Rolling up her sleeves showing her blood stained wrists. And there’s more. She slowly looks down avoiding the disappointed looks that are slowly forming on everyone’s faces. Snickering forms over the next few days and its starting to get too much. Day after day she comes with more Band-Aids more bangles and longer sleeves Comment after comment cut after cut It’s harder to hide, harder to cope. Slowly killing her everyday she’s spending more time hiding in her room trying to find a reason not to relapse the she is going to school and spending time with “friends” It’s not easy to show you it’s easier to just do it. She finally takes her breath, drifting in and out of consciousness from the loss of blood and the bottle of pills with the last words “sorry”