un named
By DarkEnvy •
My wrists are still bleeding
Puddles on the floor
I see myself crying
As I slice even more
They keep on getting deeper
I feel the blade sink in
Pressing harder every time
It's just another sin.
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September 22, 2008 19:20Zarissa
pretty good emo kid