Suicidal tendencies
By Pandora
I have counted pretty pink pills one by one Wondering if there were enough I have caressed cold gun metal loaded and reloaded knowing one is all it would take I have stood above icy waters deep or shallow? would i break my neck or just drown? I have held razor blade to skin cold steel, warm blood Trickle of red on pale white skin Why am I still here? Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 10:19 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I have counted pretty pink pills..."