my mind blank
my soul black
my heat raw
my head spinning
my vouce quivers
my fingers cold
my wrists bloody
my veins blue
my arms red my knife in one hand
my razor in the other
my music to my favorite song
my mink blank
death in the air
start to cut
continue to bleed
have to stop
because i need to breathe..
(i wrote this one when i was going to malcolm.. and i felt sooooo much angst, kinda disturbing)
Bridget
because i need to breathe..
(i wrote this one when i was going to malcolm.. and i felt sooooo much angst, kinda disturbing)
Bridget