Your words
They stab me like thorns
You may think
That I would be crying
And in hysterics
When I cut
But when I do
I'm the most calm
Because I feel safe
I feel relief
I know it's bad
But I don't mind
If I die
Who will miss me anyways
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Your words
They stab me like thorns
You may think
That I would be crying
And in hysterics
When I cut
But when I do
I'm the most calm
Because I feel safe
I feel relief
I know it's bad
But I don't mind
If I die
Who will miss me anyways