Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain.
No life left to Break,
No more tears to be Cried,
Not another smile to Fake,
Razors became stained
With Suicide,
Another young heart
has Died,
Too scarred to Survive.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain.
No life left to Break,
No more tears to be Cried,
Not another smile to Fake,
Razors became stained
With Suicide,
Another young heart
has Died,
Too scarred to Survive.
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