help me cut my innocence upon the sanctuary i grow upon my filth. help me die as painful as i can for my freedom will ring. help me cry out the name to the God for he might show mercy towards me. help me forget how to lie because it slowly kills me. i am running 8 lives short and the last 9 is slowly slipping. i can't remember what it feels like to smile and i can't even remember my own name. but what i want most in life, to wish for, is to just find myself....
Reason for writing:
this is the second part of cutting/life..how i feel about it at this point...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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