Razorblade Kiss, by Ellie J [Idol Lies], by Thoughtless Encounters Subscribe to rss feed for Thoughtless Encounters

a razorblade kiss, 
struck on my wrist,
life pours free,
let it be, let it be.
and as i lay and cry,
softly asking why,
i remember,
last december,
as sorrow pangs,
biten with depression's fangs,
red in blonde hair,
and there is nobody there.
nobody inside,
it's like the me i knew died,
but at my own funeral,
i never even cried.
like the above line,
i sound just fine,
but i dont fit,
in the place i sit,
god my life blows,
like nobody knows.

xoxKyelle 
Posted: 2006-02-06 06:45:04 UTC

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