I'm lost inside, Broken to the core;
My life is dead, While I'm left sore.
My heart, Still holds its beat;
Though I know that soon, I'll have to throw it to the street. My pain continues to
uncoil, As my blood flows
from my brittle arm;
Even though I promised myself, I wouldn't inflict self-harm. But promises, Were made to be broken, And the words I'm
saying, Were meant to be spoken. Enjoy your life, Live without
strife; Don't ruin your chances,
With one, Quick, Thrash of a knife..
deadprincess31 · 1 decade ago
FINE i'll use a gun, gods people are so demanding
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