i feel something i didnt feel it this morning or this afternoon it is tugging at my vains
Author: unspoken
shit happens then you die fuck the world lets all get high.
twelve noon
rains drops fall on my tear stained face washing every bit of shame away i look up into the sky an relaize im about to die
when will it kill me
sometimes if you stay dark your siccors can meet your hand your blood can meet a blade. if the silence is broken the edge might cut you if the silence is silent it can kill.
dead with hate
staring into darkness movement under my bed whispers in the closet from my friends in my head