Dont run
Dont cry
This wont hurt
Persing the skin
The razor draws a pretty picture
On your wrist
The pain is barley there
You cant feel a thing
Now you scream and cry
Like the world is ending
They say they are there for you but its all a lie
You run and hide
Like theres monsters in your bed
You cry your self to sleep
In the morning you dont wake up
They come rushing to your side
They try to wake you
They scream and cry
You wake long anough to say good bye
You die on their arms
And now your in a never ending sleep
They barie you in the spot
You always went
Then one day there's a flower tree standing where you lie
No one knows your story
Cause you you didn't live past the age of 15
Now they visit your spot and cry those tears
You sit there next to them
And say I wish I hadn't of gone
So early
Now you the second chance you get don't paint pretty pictures on a wrist
But add a twist on the wall
YOU ARE READING
how i feel
Poesíano one is alone on how they feel theres others that feels the same thing
