A broken mirror, a ****** fist.
My razor against my wrist.
A shattered heart, a wounded soul.
My tears rolling down my flesh.
Blood running from the depth.
I'm not the kind you'll care to miss.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
A broken mirror, a ****** fist.
My razor against my wrist.
A shattered heart, a wounded soul.
My tears rolling down my flesh.
Blood running from the depth.
I'm not the kind you'll care to miss.
