Thoughts of ****** wrists
Time wasted for nothing
Tied lungs and necks hanging by strings
They call them cowards, as they walk into the unknown.
Life was hell..
but it heaven real?
So I cut a little deeper, knowing I'll never heal.
From words of hate and a life worth nothing.
But with every cut, I remind my self.. I'm already dead.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Thoughts of ****** wrists
Time wasted for nothing
Tied lungs and necks hanging by strings
They call them cowards, as they walk into the unknown.
Life was hell..
but it heaven real?
So I cut a little deeper, knowing I'll never heal.
From words of hate and a life worth nothing.
But with every cut, I remind my self.. I'm already dead.
