She plauges my every thought. I can’t go a day without hearing her voice. She haunts me like the voices in my head. I stare at her beautiful skin, pale and transparent. I look into her baby blue eyes, her red lips. It agonizes me; knowing that I won’t be around long enough to kiss… Continue reading pAINFULLY oBSESSED
Author: bittersweetlover
i love writing dark and depressing poetry. i also love walks at night in the cemetery.
only to bleed
I only do it for the rush it brings. the first cut always hurts… but it will bring you soothe yourself. bleeding is pure and relaxing as long as you don’t press to hard on your flesh.
death became her
oh how i wish she loved me. the cutting isn’t helping- no matter how deep i go. she wanted me at first, then drifted away when she saw my darker side. the only thing that’s keeping me going is my goth friends and the cold hearted cemetery.