This Wrist calls for a blade,
The blade is by a nightstand
near and dear.
Not listening to its beck-
and-call, because
regrets follow
Tears pour for the first
love that doesn't listen
anymore to heavy
conversations
This body aches for a chance
of life.
It yearns for a dance
by the moonlight. And hopes
to see a bright future...
If only
the mind would let the it
do such things
Give up.
Leave a that blade alone,
for _____ are drugs,
not the blood within
that is begging to come out.
With this I say to hell
to pain. Hello great
emotions, that lead
to the path of happiness
:) For all my true friends but can make one friend stand out the most because she told me that I can talk to her when ever I need her. Thanks Eeevee
