Suicidal Thoughts
It all comes flowing out like I slit my wrist, written in blood
My thoughts and feelings stain the pad, blood is my ink of choice
Long after I’m gone my words will live on
Forever staining the pages of my Black Book
Every time I bleed a piece of my soul comes pouring out for the world to see
I shed bloody tears when you left me, on that day a part of me died along with you never to return
The wound you left behind is healed but I still bear the scar
Wounds heal over time leaving scars that remind us of our past
As long as there is blood running through my veins and my heart is beating
I will forever remember you, carrying on your memory, written in blood
Pain=Being Alive
Written By Rodoël John Rooi
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