new thoughts of old suicide
once again last night i wrote something new. but this time my words weren't on paper. i etched them in my skin. this time, i might be scared. i may have gone too deep. because the bloods not stopping. oh my god what have i done. i'm destroying the only beautiful thing in my life, and no on'es to blame but me. i love you baby. but this bleeding isn't ceasing. hold me 'till it stops. it's either my heart or my blood.
~alex joel~
~alex joel~