its not my fault
i sleep with a gun in my mouth
a noose around my neck
the razor gliding gently across my wrist
its not my fault
pain is pleasure
to bleed to dream of dying causing relief of existance
i hold my breath, i try not to breath
the icy cold chill gives me comforting feelings.....of death
my only salvation
why do people kill themselves? what a waste of a life
shut the fuck up
you dont feel the way i do
the pain inside that i live with everyday
sorrow and sadness
abandonment and deception
Abuse for the weak
Sin for the rebelious
Tears for the unsteady
Blood for the broken
im tattered and torn
im bruised and beaten
i thank you for everything you never did
i also thank you for never taking me seriously when i said i did not wish to live
you never would believe me
no matter how many times i bled