sufficating under words of sorrow

you were screaming,
i was screaming,
and it seemed to be at each other!!

i saved you from a foster home,
you wanted to die.
so instead i hold this blade...

i hold this blade to my wrist
in wish to die!!!
im sick of lieing for
you,
why cant you see that

i wach you sleeping,
the warmth i felt beside
me is slowly leaving

would you here me if i called your
name,
would you hold me
if you knew my shame?

theres always somthing differnt
going wrong,
the path i walks in the wrong
direction

i am still debateing on witch
part of my arm to slice next

it all looks so tender,
each vain is so full of life
what id give to take it...

theres only one thing keeping
me from the darkness...
TRUE LOVE!!

but i still carry this blade
and i always will!!