Oct 2015
As I slash the flesh from my wrist
And the blood from my veins grow hot,
I count the seconds until the light from my eyes fade away
And as I'm drowning out I see flashes of memories here and there
But the ones that stand out the most are the ones who led me to do this to myself.
The only form of escape I have.
And the blood from my veins grow hot,
I count the seconds until the light from my eyes fade away
And as I'm drowning out I see flashes of memories here and there
But the ones that stand out the most are the ones who led me to do this to myself.
The only form of escape I have.
For those struggling in life and having suicidal thoughts. Keep your heads high, don't let life slam you down. Get back up and continue the journey. It'll get better.
