scarred up
i think it's over.
he hit me tonight.
he's broken another promise.
maybe i'm to blame.
i want my old knife.
to feel warmth pour into my souless body.
i'm not accustomed to this feeling...
this feeling of not caring.. maybe i don't want this anymore.
i used to love you.
i've been dreaming about how i used to cut myself. the scars seem so much clearer now. bitch seems clearer on my wrist than ever before. i fear that one day soon i'm going to crack.
my leg is tingling from the hard slaps i got tonight. at least it wasn't my face so i can hide it at work.
he hit me tonight.
he's broken another promise.
maybe i'm to blame.
i want my old knife.
to feel warmth pour into my souless body.
i'm not accustomed to this feeling...
this feeling of not caring.. maybe i don't want this anymore.
i used to love you.
i've been dreaming about how i used to cut myself. the scars seem so much clearer now. bitch seems clearer on my wrist than ever before. i fear that one day soon i'm going to crack.
my leg is tingling from the hard slaps i got tonight. at least it wasn't my face so i can hide it at work.