September 2010
Red slides down her wrist, leaving streaks of orange. clear runs down her cheeks, leaving bright green eyes. her body slides down the wall, leaving dark shadows of death.
Maybe if my heart stop beating it wouldn’t hurt this much.
No one knows the pain shes going through
everyone stands around, clueless of what to do
She tries to stop but she cant, shes addicted
the knife across her wrist
she’s in pain and its insane coz while it hurts it feels good
and all her friends thought that she never would
do it again.
on the outside she seems fine
but inside shes dying, caused by people lying, she starts crying
And...
