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i place the blade by my wrist,
my hand started to bleed as i broke my mirror with my fist.
the blood that oozes out of my veins,
blooms like a flower, this is how i show my pain.
my silent screams, my pleasent dreams,
my anger i cannot express,
as if i show everything will be a mess.
the black whole in my heart that gets bigger and bigger,
it swallows up of what goodness i have,
and whats left......
nothing but the cold dark pieces in my mind, my heart, my life.
 Tukuya_Datenshi · Wed Mar 21, 2007 @ 02:37am · 0 Comments |
