She plays her skin like a violin
Armed with a shiny metal bow
She moves back and forth, tone deaf at death
This music has no beauty to show
Passion is bled with no words shown
For this song is just instrumental
And when the girl falls down without a sound
She can't make it to the recital.
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Suicide Survival Quotes/Poems
RastgeleThis is to the people that are up at 3am crying the tears they wish others would see. This is for the people that hurt so much that they are willing to take a knife/blade to there skin. This is to the people that just want to be wanted, To the peopl...