The knife I once used
to protect myself from harm,
my friend,
it came back
and murdered me mercilessly.
I should have known it was only thirsty for bloodshed,
and wasn't truly anything good for me.
thinking of someone (not u, kiyu.)
sorry I'm writing like ****, and writing in general. I'm just kinda... ******-ish. and going through stuff. so yea.
take me out
by franz Ferdinand
