I cry silent tears as the blood runs down my arm
The pain is unsufferable but the blade is unstoppable
As it slides across my skin
In even little little lines
I have controle over how deep I cut
I'm not sure hot to stop the blood from flowing rapidly
I think Ive made a mistake
Wish I could take it all back
Before to long the time will come
But for now your way to late
To save me from my fate
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
I cry silent tears as the blood runs down my arm
The pain is unsufferable but the blade is unstoppable
As it slides across my skin
In even little little lines
I have controle over how deep I cut
I'm not sure hot to stop the blood from flowing rapidly
I think Ive made a mistake
Wish I could take it all back
Before to long the time will come
But for now your way to late
To save me from my fate
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