Cutting.

Your not alone, okay? :)

Who care's about my life? I dont think a soul does.

Go to sleep, close your eyes, And dream of broken butterflies, That tore their wings against a thorn, You know that pain that they've endured. Silver metal shine so bright, Scarlet blood that feels so right, Dream of that blood trickling down, And wake up just before you drown. The moonlight shining off your t...