I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone
light sparks of self loathing in my mind suddenly ignited my insides
I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone
I called the hotline last night
a delicate voice answered
in attempts to nurture my battered soul
just enough to get me to sleep
you were the closest I have ever felt to peace
you told me you care
a word whose melody I have completely forgotten
I smiled with lips parted for the first time in months last night
so why is my wrist now crimson red?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone
light sparks of self loathing in my mind suddenly ignited my insides
I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone
I called the hotline last night
a delicate voice answered
in attempts to nurture my battered soul
just enough to get me to sleep
you were the closest I have ever felt to peace
you told me you care
a word whose melody I have completely forgotten
I smiled with lips parted for the first time in months last night
so why is my wrist now crimson red?
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