-=-Tobias-=-

    I slowly place the razor blade on my wrist
    My face burns, my eyes a cloudy mist
    A single tear falls slowly from my face
    I start to think again, my thoughts pace
    I start to ask questions, like 'does anyone care?'
    And if so then why to they point and stare?
    I stop and realize the blood on the floor
    Is falls faster and faster, more and more


    .
    .

    I place an old cloth on my battered wrist
    I lay back on my bed with a clenched fist
    I close my eyes and think of sweet dreams
    Maybe tomorrow nothing will be as it seams
    Everyone will like or love me for who I am
    Or maybe they will look at me and won't give a damn
    I might as well end this sh*t now
    But what will I do it with, and/or how
    I write a short but thoughtful SUlClDE note
    And Slowly I slit my throat


    xx

    Yesterday I forgot to breathe for like the 6th time this week.
    Maybe it was the pink cloud strafed sky that changed my mind and brought me back
    Seems like every day it's kill or be killed...
    With all this anger there is no time to inhale and progress
    And catch the smell of something that you once knew.
    Have you ever stopped raised your face up to the sun and screamed
    Let it out exhale the pain

    The blood freezing in my veins. the taste of rust in my mouth.
    So today I just threw it all away
    Though the light burns my eyes I will not be blind,
    If you blink you could miss so much. please don't ever close your eyes

    The blood I shed means nothing at all
    When will it be my Turn, my Time to fall
    I hold the razor blade in my hand
    Shaking, trembling, looking at the elastic band
    I take my eyes off it and stair at my arm
    I think to myself the words Self-Harm
    Everyone asks why I do what I do
    No one understand what they put me though
    My thoughts finally stop and go away
    There now is nothing anyone can do or say


    .
    .

    You won't try to save me.
    You just want to hurt me.
    And leave me desperate.

    MUSIC IS MY DRUG

    That strangulates your soul, when will I be free
    My lungs take in the fragrance of remorse, what is the cost, am I living,
    If you let your lungs fill up with pain then you will drown in your own regret.
    My arms feel so numb my heart palpitates missing a beat.

    The drugs begin to peak.
    A smile of joy arrives in me.
    But sedation changes to panic and nausea.
    And breath starts to shorten.
    And heartbeats pound softer.

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    • habbobabbobobbo

      Ik heb je filmpje op youtube gezien :P

       
    • -R0SANNE.

      Nice home. x

       
    • .:Ind0:.

      ja hool ^-^

      niet dan ¿

      wantwant

      ik had eerts joun hyves gezien ;4

      xbaaj