depressing songs and blackened tears
no one there to destroy the fears
family turns away while friends leave
cast out thoughts in to the sea
i wish that you would be proud of me
but you don't understand and can't really see
i sit on my bed and think about you
and sometimes i think there's nothing i can do
red marks on my wrist
screaming anger in a blinding kiss
cruel laughter and willing pain
as bloody thoughts trickel from my brain
vibrating veins with wracking cries
losing touch while all else dies
longing for what isn't there
with dark brown eyes and jet black hair