8:27
By isa
8:27, and I can't live on Last night pain Cutting and blood I can't be sane. I packed the pills Take them later But until then Bleeding I'll savor. A raw wrist Red stained skin Head aching like a stabing pin. 8:27, and I can't wake up I don't care to open my eyes I wish I were dead I'm living through these lies. I can't grow Stuffed in this hole Just feeling sorry for myslef It hurts deep into my soul. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 01:40 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"8:27, and I can't live on..."