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I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
a sad girl staring back at me,
she cant even look herself in the eyes,
tears well up, but she won't let me cry,
I couldn't take the world anymore,
that's what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The girl in the mirror, isn't me,
at least not what I used to be,
this strange girl wore all black,
even the vibrant colors of my face, she now lacked,
so many cuts and white scars,
when the pain of life went to far,
the smile I used to always wear, gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on her face, is anger and fear,
I didn't want to do this, but she's making me do it,
on the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit,
there's a razor blade in my hand, where'd THAT come from,
I shouldn't do this, my body's already numb,
turning the fauset, and the tub fills,
the water is so cold, sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it,
my body wouldn't respond, but inside, I was having a fit,
sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bite my lip,
This girl knew she was going to die,
I can feel her start to cry,
placing the menacing blade to her wrist,
I thought of all the things I'm going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm, I scream inside,
the anger within her, will no longer hide,
the deed is done, my arms are sliced,
this girl doesn't care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
the room is spinning, shouldn't I be dead?
someones' banging loud on the bathroom door,
I'm getting colder, down the core,
the person beyond the lock is calling her name,
and began to scream when no answer came,
this body is getting numb,
my heart beat echoes like a drum,
my head leaned back, staring up at the ceiling,
while my mind is ringing,
the locked door is busted down,
I feel like I'm about to drown,
there is a boy standing staring
sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes
falling to his knees, he begins to cry,
it's to late for the girl lying there,
dead, no memory to share,
I'm no longer here,
see? Life isn't always fair
I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
a sad girl staring back at me,
she cant even look herself in the eyes,
tears well up, but she won't let me cry,
I couldn't take the world anymore,
that's what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The girl in the mirror, isn't me,
at least not what I used to be,
this strange girl wore all black,
even the vibrant colors of my face, she now lacked,
so many cuts and white scars,
when the pain of life went to far,
the smile I used to always wear, gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on her face, is anger and fear,
I didn't want to do this, but she's making me do it,
on the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit,
there's a razor blade in my hand, where'd THAT come from,
I shouldn't do this, my body's already numb,
turning the fauset, and the tub fills,
the water is so cold, sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it,
my body wouldn't respond, but inside, I was having a fit,
sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bite my lip,
This girl knew she was going to die,
I can feel her start to cry,
placing the menacing blade to her wrist,
I thought of all the things I'm going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm, I scream inside,
the anger within her, will no longer hide,
the deed is done, my arms are sliced,
this girl doesn't care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
the room is spinning, shouldn't I be dead?
someones' banging loud on the bathroom door,
I'm getting colder, down the core,
the person beyond the lock is calling her name,
and began to scream when no answer came,
this body is getting numb,
my heart beat echoes like a drum,
my head leaned back, staring up at the ceiling,
while my mind is ringing,
the locked door is busted down,
I feel like I'm about to drown,
there is a boy standing staring
sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes
falling to his knees, he begins to cry,
it's to late for the girl lying there,
dead, no memory to share,
I'm no longer here,
see? Life isn't always fair
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