HeartCoreHannah
July 15th, 2011, 03:14 PM
Suicide
It’s all i think about
I can’t get it out
Now everyone knows
It’s so hard to resist
resist the urge to slit my wrists
wishing I had a gun
all I have is a small razor
so I drag the blade across my legs and arms
wishing to do myself much more harm
and I wake soaked in blood
cuts all over my body
and I'm still somehow alive
deep and long so much blood lost
how am I still here?
I really need a gun
one day… one day
Suicide
It’s all i think about
I can’t get it out
Now everyone knows
It’s so hard to resist
resist the urge to slit my wrists
wishing I had a gun
all I have is a small razor
so I drag the blade across my legs and arms
wishing to do myself much more harm
and I wake soaked in blood
cuts all over my body
and I'm still somehow alive
deep and long so much blood lost
how am I still here?
I really need a gun
one day… one day
Suicide