| for the first time in a long time i feel normal...content....almost happy.......yet at the same time i miss him |
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| Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And i am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's 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 i couldnt have said how i feel any better...... |
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| why does life have to be so diffucult? and why do guys have no disregard for our feelings? and are we really living if we are going to die? |
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| sittin here in texas with mi amor watchin kikn it old school! nm going on mite go to a bday party and or the river. |
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| so yea i found the most amazing guy in the world and i moved all the way to texas just for him... i flew down and flying is my biggest fear lol but i love him alot and yea i g2g cuzz ima go meet his friends..... love you baby i <3 willie martinez<3 |
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