xxGoshtiexx

Holding this razor blade I slowly trace a line on my pale skin I don't feel the pain I don't see the blood So i trace another one Again and again Finaly I come back to my senses... I drop the blade on my bed ...What have I done?...

Can you let me die? You doesnt seem to care anyway... I need to free myself from the pain, The one who's killing me at a slow pace... You see me suffer, But you do nothing, Nothing but telling me to hold on this life... Let me tell you something, You freaking pity me! You can't understand how I feel! You're just trying to comfort me, But fuck all it doesnt work! It just makes me suffer more! All those things you say are like knifes, Knifes being stab through my chest, Making my broken heart bleed more and more Until there's no blood left...