Sitin here cryin
Tryin to stay alive,
but its not the salty water
that drips slowly from my eyes.
Im now sycotic,
cuting is my ideal,
to feel the pain,
then watch it heal.
Bleeding so much
it feels like it coming from my eyes,
pouring away going down my thighs.
Dying is my destiny
and my destiny equals pain,
so watch the blood from my eyes
and with me go insane. |