Small .. simple .. safe price
Rise the wake and carry me
With all of my regrets
This is not a small cut
That scabs .. dries .. flakes .. heals
And I am not afraid to die
Im not afraid to bleed .. fuck .. fight
I want the pain of payment
Whats left but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew
Of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space
For the guilt to be liquid
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts
My sad .. sorry .. selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture
Your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife
Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that its me or its not me?
I dont even care
Im alive
I dont smell
Im the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big I feel tall I feel dry
Just look at me look at me now
I'm a fake
Just look at me look at me now
I'm a fake
Do I drink? Do I date?
Ive got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied in your eyes
Im the biggest fan
Ive got right now
I made sure ..
That I look how I wanted to look
The people around me the people surround me
I feel big I feel tall I feel dry
My stomach hurts now
And all tied off in lace
I pray I beg for anything
To hit me in the face
And this sicknes isn't me
I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
Jon's info ..
doing sum thing i love to do
it should be
doing sum thing i love to do w/ megan the person i love more than anything
..how great would that be?
trigger: i lourve your journal hot hot sex sex lol wtf
^thank you Jes .. im glad you like my journal
♥ megan
I would be jeolous of your journal.
pst tell your bestfriend the code for the border. :)
hahaha
♥ jeS and x3 pablo.
-Love Leigh
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