My veins are inside-out
Blood's not of importance
All this slicing doubt
With the metal in accordance
Things are out of hand
I'm all washed up in red
Too lost to understand
I might at well be...
"Miss? Can you hear me?"
He said my luck was with me
But would he mind to ascertain
He would find, the things, I see
Would make most people go insane
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
My veins are inside-out
Blood's not of importance
All this slicing doubt
With the metal in accordance
Things are out of hand
I'm all washed up in red
Too lost to understand
I might at well be...
"Miss? Can you hear me?"
He said my luck was with me
But would he mind to ascertain
He would find, the things, I see
Would make most people go insane
I would like people to keep in mind that this is NOT in fact a suicide note, and I do NOT wish to **** myself! I do, though, understand how it could be mistaken to be my actual goodbye, and therefore I would just like to clear out that I'm a fighter, and I'm over being suicidal!
