The marks never stay,
They leave me behind.
Shackled to this life,
Should I follow?

If I left,
Would they remember?
The times, The laughs, The tears,
The pain?

If I left,
Would they feel different? Would anything change?

Tears, Pain, The only loves which stand by my side.

I think I'm just going to keep misusing my blog. TIME FOR SOME EMOTIONAL STATUS.

Day by day it gets harder not to cut, and there's a thought in the back of my head, saying that my scratches "Aren't good enough." Then I have the nagging thought in my mind that if something goes to really bad sh#t, then I'm going to cut. I can't help it, it's just one of the problems I'm going to have to face, like dying, or telling my parents about the depression. Some day. One day.

Raise you up, and stopped my life.
Black around, and dead inside.
Found my love, yet we can't speak.
Made my dreams, but I've reached my peak.

All is left behind, none to look forward to,
Why should I continue?

If I can't tell her "I love you,"
What do I have to live for?

My pains only show,
The struggles of life which only the tears can show.

Pity me, oh pity me.
I wish I could learn to cry again, could you please show me?

It pains me, oh it pains me.
I wish I could escape it, could you please show me?

The tears, oh the tears.
They have gone missing, could you please find them?

The blood, oh the blood.
Angry, as it continues to flow, could you please set it free?

Alone, I feel as if this is how I stand.
Dead, I feel as if this is how I live.
Pain, I feel as if this is how I will die.

*trigger warning*

I want to die,
I want to just lie down and let the knife fly.
I want to show,
I want to just cut my wrists and let the blood flow.
I want the pain,
I want to just find that all that I do is not in vain.

For shame,
For pain,
For death,
Is all to blame.

If I die,
Bury me sweetly,
With black roses around,
Without pain without shame,
Without fear without anger,

I should finally sleep forevermore.