When wil I ever be better
Out shadowed out done
Words on a page
You give not a ****
So why the ****
Why am I here
Why shall I breathe
When I can beat my arms
With razors and blades
I can bleed
It's the feeling I have left
Paint my canvas red and my body ******
When will I not be out shadowed
When will I ever have something to my own
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
When wil I ever be better
Out shadowed out done
Words on a page
You give not a ****
So why the ****
Why am I here
Why shall I breathe
When I can beat my arms
With razors and blades
I can bleed
It's the feeling I have left
Paint my canvas red and my body ******
When will I not be out shadowed
When will I ever have something to my own
