Dance little razor,
The pain wont faze her
She needs the hurt.
Though with death, dont flirt.
Dont cut too deep,
She's not ready for eternal sleep.
One last cut she swears is all she needs
to see how well that little slice bleeds.
To feel her pain is real,
Like it's not in her mind, and it is a big deal.
That last cut is made and she wants just one more
The need is shaking her, right to her core.
Wait, little blade,
the cut wont fade.
The blood keeps coming,
her heart begins drumming.
Her face is pale
as she begins to grow frail.
Someone better save her,
cuz she is going under.
She wakes up to a room of white,
her pale blue eyes so full of fright.
Her dad is crying,
he thinks that she's dying.
She reaches out to touch him
and sees the cuts she has inflicted
on her pale young body
from not knowing she was loved by somebody.
 Midnight_stargazer · Tue May 03, 2005 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |
