A needle in my arm..
How could this be,
Oh that's right cause your dead to me.
All the pain was it me or you,
I have not the slightest clue,
The games got old so so quick,
Now without a needle I get so sick.
You cut me so deep..
I can't take the pain,
So a needle in my arm keeps me sane.
The blood as its ****** inside,
Then with a push, into my veins it collides,
I'm Withered and dying,
And cannot stop crying.
I want so badly to just be gone,
Will I reach tomorrow mornings dawn?
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
A needle in my arm..
How could this be,
Oh that's right cause your dead to me.
All the pain was it me or you,
I have not the slightest clue,
The games got old so so quick,
Now without a needle I get so sick.
You cut me so deep..
I can't take the pain,
So a needle in my arm keeps me sane.
The blood as its ****** inside,
Then with a push, into my veins it collides,
I'm Withered and dying,
And cannot stop crying.
I want so badly to just be gone,
Will I reach tomorrow mornings dawn?