Blood shed drips on the ground stained on the bed tears coming down crying and stressing out cause of other peoples taunting the words their still haunting my past is catching up the tormenters catching up on the match up I'm dying resisting the chance to take a rope and hang with my scars on my hands the chills down my spine time flying by creativity fading self harm now looks automatic as you try to stop but when you stop you start like throwing a dart you've hit the bullseye that feeling where no one is by your side all you can do is cry. So I'm bringing the blood dropping it down the scars upon my skin come to form a crown while I frown and wanna leave town cause I'm oh so down and can't live among the people in this town.
