Knife in hand, wrists bare, the voices in my head tell me to have no fear, its nothing big, just a tear. I look up n see you there, a smile on your face and a nod of your head, is more than all you could have said, that’s all its gonna take to have me dead. I press the knife and pull it back, I feel the pain but don’t give a **** the world’s un fair, tough luck, the blood rushes out, I start to pout, a date with death, is all this is about.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
Knife in hand, wrists bare, the voices in my head tell me to have no fear, its nothing big, just a tear. I look up n see you there, a smile on your face and a nod of your head, is more than all you could have said, that’s all its gonna take to have me dead. I press the knife and pull it back, I feel the pain but don’t give a **** the world’s un fair, tough luck, the blood rushes out, I start to pout, a date with death, is all this is about.