I replace the blood on my arms with my tears that fall so fast; it all is such a blur I don't remember what happened last. I pick myself up off the cold hard ground and almost slip and fall, because of all the blood that surrounds me it's hard to believe that I'm living at all.
The cuts are so deep and won't stop bleeding, I can't remember why I did it I almost forgot to keep breathing. I found myself one day and lost myself the next; I'm starting to wonder if this is just a horrible hex.
I found my way out of the house and into the rain, it's so cold and falls so fast it helped me forget the pain. I still don't know how bad my wounds are because they won't stop bleeding, I don't know where I'm going I hope no one ever has this kind of feeling.
I lost the feelings in my legs and I can't walk no further, I just lay thier alone and still almost as if I was murdered. I guess I was lying their longer then I thought because my soul began to fly higher into the sky, is this the end, the way it should have been the way I was suppost to of died?
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