since all the dammage has been done,will you still laugh at me when i swallow all the bullets frm this gun? will you still smile when you hear me cry? slit my throat and hope to die. maybe things will get better,but i cant imagine soon. all you have done i thrown rock salt inside my bloody wound. theese scars i wear are not for show. an when i commit suicide ill have you know that nothing matters anymore. i dont feel a thing. i hae become numb,drained of all feelings.
you wish upon your god to rise. i wish upon a homicide