May 2011
Speeding heart, heavy breaths,
I did this to myself.
Look, the cuts, so dark and deep,
Bring my soul to rest.
Trembling fear, poisoned thoughts,
Why the ****** slits?
Fall to sleep, red on sheets,
I don't think I'll make it.
I did this to myself.
Look, the cuts, so dark and deep,
Bring my soul to rest.
Trembling fear, poisoned thoughts,
Why the ****** slits?
Fall to sleep, red on sheets,
I don't think I'll make it.
Wrote this about 5 minutes ago, just off the top of my head.
Written by
longlostinthedark
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