Some of us use scissors
Some was a knif
I use a razor
But some like to bite
She uses a lighter
He uses salt and ice
But really my dear...
We are all just alike
we bleed and we bleed
Just wanting a friend
Maybe then we'll change
And put down the blade
Maybe if you kiss my scars
And hug me close
We can fall in love
Or just be friends
But promise you'll never leave again
-pastel_teddybear
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New View.
Rastgele>°•°< Chapter 1-9 are old poems I wrote during a bad place in life but then went back and added onto moast of them (: The rest of it is my life at a new View
