blood all on my knife
I'm torn apart by this endless strife
Always at war with the voices
there are no other noises
That will drowned out my sarrow
As soon as "I'm fine" depression sinks in
Nowhere to go
Like I'm trapped inside a lions den
I have nothing left to defend
So why am I still alive?
I'm a hallow shell no soul in sight
No reason left to fight..
The only thing that keeps me alive
Is fear..
A/n~
( I'm to lazy and non motivated enough to finish this so yea...sorry) and again I am sorry for taking so long to write, someone liked one of these I think and it made me want to at least try so yea
