The blood flows down my arm, I wipe it wishing it would stop.
It only comes back it wont go away, I scream telling it to stop!

I hope for it to go away so I can lay down and go to sleep.
Wait for a new day to come, but someone will see.

But if I wait til tomorrow, I'll want the blood back.
Slit so deep it wont stop.

It's my addiction that I hate and despise.
But it's the only thing I got, and I love to watch with my two eyes.

The blood falls from my arm into a pile of tears,
my chest breaks open my black broken heart escapes.

I lay in bed wrapped towel around my arm,
scared to go to sleep - to wake up two hours later in fear.

I'm scared to dream,
scared to live,
scared to die,
scared to cry,
I'm scared of blood -
it only brings back memories.

I look at the scars that spells a word,
it makes me frown to know why I put it there.

Someday I hope I can fly away,
i'll have wings and wear only white.

For now I wear black to match my heart and soul.
A black dead rose, and especially hatred.

They will never understand how effective one word can be.
I hurt myself because of you!
Will you ever know?
I think not!
You don't care!
You're too selfish!
Just leave me alone,
I'm too young for this..
all I gotta say is.
F*** YOU!
I WANT YOU DEAD!!!





hehe violent little girl...