My blood runs thin
the feeling in my hands is gone
I can no longer feel the ground or know where my body plans to take me
My right hand reached for a pen
and my left reached for a rusted blade
My mind embeded and twisted to thoughts that continue to confuse me
Feeling is lost in my lips
and I can no longer feel what I am to say
Am I not held responsable for what may seap from my lips?
Am I feeling tears?
or is this warmth of my own blood?
What am I to think?
Who am I to know what will come of embrassing and letting as my mind wants?
Am I right to question myself?
A fallen one of hope and a product of pain
this is all that my mind will let me hear

Way to cheer us up...

<<<<< Whispers back,, breathe and exhale,, Life is full of moments that we at times don't understand,,, Close your eyes
Re-think,, Re-Listen,,, Re-Live

good write, death.


keep it flowing.


hugs

wheres the pink at DT???

Im not feeling to pink at the moment

but I think it will be back up later ^^


Thanx for reading Everyone