• I cant breath
    i cant live
    i cant eat
    without taking a blade
    to my wrist
    wear i watch the blood ooze out
    i watch and watch until it stops
    wishing to rip my life away
    i used to be a crossed country runner
    until the day my brother died
    so i take the blade
    and draw on my skin
    painting my pale skin with blood
    taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting
    its addiction now
    if i dont cut i feel like
    my head is going to explode
    i sew my mouth shut
    hoping not to scream out my dirty little secrets
    dropping to the floor with tears in my eyes
    i just want my brother back.