Left alone to die
I sit alone
Scream alone
Slit my wrists
Alone
Alone because I dont need anything
I wouldn't need your sympathy even if you had any
I know you dont really care
My throat burns
Wrists sting
What if I told you I was going to die?
What if I told you I was going to die?
Tonight
Would it change anything?
Would your heart grow soft to see me
To see me bleed
See me cry
Scream alone
Slit my wrists
Alone
Alone because I dont need anything
I wouldn't need your sympathy even if you had any
I know you dont really care
My throat burns
Wrists sting
What if I told you I was going to die?
What if I told you I was going to die?
Tonight
Would it change anything?
Would your heart grow soft to see me
To see me bleed
See me cry
posted by The Surgeon at 2/01/2005
1 Comments:
Hey... so i think you're a great writer. and well, i don't know if you are going to die tonight. i certainly hope not. because every friggen day, i wish i could help you; i wish i could be a better friend... i wish you didn't scream or cry or slash your arms alone. i wish you'd let me know.. and i'b be right there with you.
anyway. your work is good.
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