the blood is pouring from her wrist
as she feels the pleasure and the bliss
the wound inside is more painful
than the cut she had created
she was screaming in dead silence
but no one seem to hear her plea
she's battling with loneliness and confusion
she can't think of any solution
the blood is dripping
it's trickling down the floor
she falls down singing
'i am lonely no more'
she talks to herself while smiling
but inside this girl is dying
the wounds will heal away
but the scars are there to stay
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june 20, 2009 | 10:34pm
postnote: i wrote this for all emos outthere who satisfy themselves by cutting their wrists. i guess that's the explanation on that certain behavior.
pps: i'm not one of them, just to be clear! ;)
xoxo
the wound inside is more painful
than the cut she had created
she was screaming in dead silence
but no one seem to hear her plea
she's battling with loneliness and confusion
she can't think of any solution
the blood is dripping
it's trickling down the floor
she falls down singing
'i am lonely no more'
she talks to herself while smiling
but inside this girl is dying
the wounds will heal away
but the scars are there to stay
-----------------------------
june 20, 2009 | 10:34pm
postnote: i wrote this for all emos outthere who satisfy themselves by cutting their wrists. i guess that's the explanation on that certain behavior.
pps: i'm not one of them, just to be clear! ;)
xoxo
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