This object runs across my
bare skin, my blood tricking
down my arm, as i stand i slowly
stand in the middle of my room,
bleeding to death, no one is there
to help me, then my mom walks in,
think there is hope?then you see the
blood all over her hands, it was not
me, it was the one one who i thought
loved me the most, betrayed me, and
sentenced me to death.
Suicidal Attempt
July 28th, 2003 | uncategorized