It doesn't matter if I die you wouldn't care or wonder why? you weren't there to begin with why would you be there now? your just looking for an easy way out so you took it, packed your bags and left while I just sat there and wept. I watched everything disspear almost like it hadn't appeared So I took the knife and cut my wrist watched it bleed and laughed at it dug in deep felt the pain I like it when it rains the drops look like blood but a different color sometimes I just sit and wonder I cut so deep it couldn't hurt and its time for your turn feel the pain that you've done to me when I'm lieing dead and its a mystery sit there and weep feel the hurt I hope that you can feel how much it burns make your eyes red like the blood stain on my wrists I bet you didn't know it could hurt quite like this...Birth sign: Pisces
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