Sad Story

Wrote this August 10, 2008

i take this razorblade to my skin afain and again and do you realize

no you dont you are to busy with her again i put this razorblade to my skin if you look closely it spells your name

muzic is blasting and then we have pens we are drawing on our selfsand then we tracen them with razor blades

then you leave me

this is the end my arms are torn to shreds my blade is doll are you happy?

my wrist are torn to shreds and you can stay with her

i cant smile anymore

i forgot how

im numb

i cant feel you

at all are you stil there i saw you today

it was funny i thought you left me but guess you didnt youare still here

well you are haunting me, why me?