deep cuts
here we are once again
you are crying. tears are flying
your knife is drenched in blood
i tell you "stop.before you go and die"
you keep on cutting as i say "calm down and stop - it will be ok
"please pull through this
please don't do this"
i take the blade away...
you will live on. you will see another day
but how long until im gone and you get your way?
you die alone
bleeding on the floor...
wishing that you hadn't
looking down at me from heaven or looking up from hell
forever more...
by
shadowofasoulposted on 02/13/2008
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