Suicide, by Krysta Cash Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2013-04-13 21:02:07 UTC
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2013-07-05 01:31:28George Chow
When you got it, you must fight for this war. Repentence is light, Suicide is dark. Have to find your own cross.