They are still there, they'll always be there. The track marks running up and down her arm. A faceless person in a croud, to never be known. She crys out for help, but no one listens. Shunned from the world no one loves her, no one cares. Her wails grow louder, but but she cannont stop. Her eyes grow sad, and yet more and more Razorblade Kisses apeear. They are tender and sore red and bloody, they try to get her to stp but sh doesent listen.she knows one day she will be normal and live without this pain in her heart.
February 24, 2010