bạn hurt me I hope bạn die I cant belive I trusted bạn I cant belive I loved bạn I cant belive I stayed up and worried that bạn wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved bạn i trusted bạn and cared for you. im tired of bạn its time i let bạn go but your always there bạn wont leave me alone...its time for bạn to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let bạn back in stay out so i can be happy bạn need bạn need to die let me live my own life bạn shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, bạn were a waist of my life. and apart of my tim, trái tim im locking bạn out never letting bạn back in bạn should never say anything to me afain i cant belive bạn đã đưa ý kiến that about me i cant understand why i let bạn in the firdt place makes me sick to my stomach i hate life i hate everything about bạn i cant ever talk to bạn normally anymore bạn live far away but i couldnt take it anymore...i used bạn and i got hurt in the process but i dont understand who bạn are anymore ive let bạn go so im going to lock bạn out never come back again...I want to be alone and so i am and im very happy...
im dying inside cause i miss the way bạn spoke in my ear...
im dying inside cause i miss the way bạn spoke in my ear...
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments cách đây someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing áo choàng and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments cách đây someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing áo choàng and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need thêm and thêm and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me hoặc to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need thêm and thêm and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me hoặc to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain