Suicide
By Krysta Cash •
I cover my face as my wrists drip red.
My heart was abused.
This day I used to dread.
My body bruised.
You got inside my head.
Now I'll stop the hurt, one more slice I'll be dead.
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July 5, 2013 01:31George Chow
When you got it, you must fight for this war. Repentence is light, Suicide is dark. Have to find your own cross.