Poems from imyourprettystandardemo
I walked upstairs feeling bad about myself.
But then I remembered the razors on the top shelf.
The urge became too powerful,
I just had to...
If words were weapons,
I'd be dead.
I know what I did was wrong;
My shattered conscious is not entirely gone,
But you rub it in my face,...
I have a little blade box,
It's hidden by my bed.
It hides all the secrets,
I can't keep in my head.
So if I'm feeling bad,
or want to...
You know, I have dreams where we're friends again.
Dreams where you laugh at my jokes again.
Dreams where we're the best of friends again,...
There are some things, people do,
When they can only feel blue.
They take the silver, make it rust,
For they feel that they just must....