In my veins, my blood runs free, but it's secretly still trapped inside me.
Inside my veins,I can feel it boil,silently screaming to be saved, to breath fresh air in a different way.
A simple razor will make it.
The adrenaline I feel replaces all the bad.
It makes it all,in a twisted way, good for a minute.
The blood keeps on coming.
My hearts pounds against my chest, constantly afraid of being caught.
It feels like a drug.
A drug that lasts short periods of time, but is satisfying.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
In my veins, my blood runs free, but it's secretly still trapped inside me.
Inside my veins,I can feel it boil,silently screaming to be saved, to breath fresh air in a different way.
A simple razor will make it.
The adrenaline I feel replaces all the bad.
It makes it all,in a twisted way, good for a minute.
The blood keeps on coming.
My hearts pounds against my chest, constantly afraid of being caught.
It feels like a drug.
A drug that lasts short periods of time, but is satisfying.