As the blood seeps out,
I slice my wrist even more.
I think of all the things
That make people hate me,
And the blood doesn't stop.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
As the blood seeps out,
I slice my wrist even more.
I think of all the things
That make people hate me,
And the blood doesn't stop.
