Rain red as crimson, falls from your veins again
Why must you let yourself give in?
Let the voices take over,
Making you lower your head-
and raise the blade.
Then coming to me,
Wearing a fake, plastic smile.
Saying you're fine..
When I know it's a lie-
And there's nothing I can do.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Rain red as crimson, falls from your veins again
Why must you let yourself give in?
Let the voices take over,
Making you lower your head-
and raise the blade.
Then coming to me,
Wearing a fake, plastic smile.
Saying you're fine..
When I know it's a lie-
And there's nothing I can do.
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