Blood.
My sad, worthless blood
Lower than mud
Darker than dark
Filthier than crud
A black mark
Against my soul
Not loved;
Not worth it
Dirtier than coal
Spreading like liquid mould
Throughout my veins
From my wrists, the apocalypse rains
Get away from me
Run, whilst you can call yourself free
Don't try to help me
I'm past it all
Don't reach out to me
I'm worth nothing
I'll ruin your life
I'll make you fall
So leave me to carve
Pretty words
Into my arms
With my ugly blood.
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Written January 19th, 2006
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5 stars
Wow vicci this is AMAZING i rele mean it i like the part "From my wrists, the apocalypse rains" that part is absoulutly f****** amazing !!!!! -
this waz awesome...i kinda know how u feel...i cut too
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