Cover Up
DepressedIt was uglifying my page
Even though no one reads or comments, I just dont want to have to read it every time i click on my name
Broken soulI shut the light off and go to bedBroken soul
The thought of you fills up my head
I can´t erase the things you said
Now you are loving her instead
You make me feel so paralyzed
Alone and weak as i close my eyes
The empty bottles on the floor I know I can't takes this anymore
The blade is my only friend tonight
Even tho i know it's not right
I finally let my darkness win And i know this is my biggest sin
MeSuicideSuicideSuicide
She picked up her knife and slowly dragged it across the tender flesh of her arm, watching as her blood slowly trailed down in rivulets over her wrist where it finally fell into the sink, turning the clear water a light pink that grew darker with every drop.
This was her ritual. She did this every night without fail. As yet, nobody knew, and nobody would find out. No one had ever questioned why she never wore clothing with shorter sleeves, not even her parents. For the past three years she had done with this and she would continue to do so.
Eventually, she drained the blood st
People“Depressed.” “Suicidal.” “Attention whore.” “Unstable.”People
I’ve heard these words. I’ve heard them said about me. Some nasty rumors can be spread through a high school. I want you to know this, though: None of those word describe me. At all.
People say I have bad influences. People say My Chemical Romance is going to make me commit suicide. People say Jhonen Vasquez will make me shoot my teachers and class mates. People say I will go to hell because I don’t agree with everything in the Bible. Pe
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