Roses are red
and so are your wrists
your life is a lie
you little piece of s**t.....
Lost in her fantasies wake
her cries getting desperate
her dreams getting darker
and soon she will forget
that she can live without pain
Old scars blend with new
one pain dulls another
bloodstain growing larger
happiness getting further
Each slash is a savior
Each cut brings her closer
To freedom. or to closure
Each cut digs her grave
Her screams muffled by her casket
fall upon deaf ears
she never noticed all the silenceThe silence after the cheers
The Emo Guild
What do you think genius? Its a guild for emo's.
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