My last suicide...
life makes no sense...every last smile is meaningless and every last sorry makes nothing ok...Dj and I broke up today, adn life seems to feel like tis over...I don't think I;ve ever felt so much like slitting my wrists...Juts one trickle of blood...Just one delicate line dancing acrss my arm...oh, what a beautiful thing...How am I supposed to feel full when I already felt empty...I am so alone, who is supposed to understand when I can't even understand. What am I supposed to do when life seem to not make any sense anymore. I only with that now I could go home and get my last day over with...The last teardrops...the last...everything..."I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired"...
Razorblade teardrops
Bleed off my wrists
Breath through my screams
Cross my name off Gods lists
Chemicals fill
The emptiness in my heart
They pull me together
As I'm falling apart
Look into the mirror
At what I hate to be
Close my eyes and cry
I can't bear to see
The pain in my eyes
I turn away from myself
Killing time woshing on stars
This is the time where I need help
WHY DON'T I HAVE THE STRENGTH TO SLIT MY WRISTS...I'M TIRED OF LIVING!!!!
Razorblade teardrops
Bleed off my wrists
Breath through my screams
Cross my name off Gods lists
Chemicals fill
The emptiness in my heart
They pull me together
As I'm falling apart
Look into the mirror
At what I hate to be
Close my eyes and cry
I can't bear to see
The pain in my eyes
I turn away from myself
Killing time woshing on stars
This is the time where I need help
WHY DON'T I HAVE THE STRENGTH TO SLIT MY WRISTS...I'M TIRED OF LIVING!!!!