Feelings Disposed Paroles

that mysteriously stood their in my room...



I love you... horrible friend,

but should I really?



I'll take that into consideration next time I enter the midnight pitched room...



The darkness that over comes me,

when I look down at the jagged blade,

piercing through my wrists and leaving the dense blood to run down my hands
The shine of the blade tempts me to go for the other,

but I realize my bodies enternal strength,

left me in the morning...

leaving my soul to carry on for the rest of the day,

because with out you here,

I just see no purpose to breathe...