black hearts and scarlet dreams,

blood slipping through the seems,

its all a waste so let me die,

ill just lay here til the last teardrops dry

i dont want the blood to stop

pressing against my veins until they pop

each cut is deeper than the last

each scar a memory of my past

my shirts stained red

from the blood so filled with dread

somewhere i must have lost my mind

left my self control behind


~ by MandyJenae on February 15, 2011.

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