Andrea

we need to chill tomorow, i know you probably wont read this in time, but i needed to say something.

for everyone else:

i really really want to
cut my arm open, slice it
up and let it bleed
to let the pain
lazily flow from the open
anguish filled
slice in my
torn soul that
nobody sees
into, only the shell. I
got no one to
hate and
too many to love
over to many wounds
never to heal
many to be opened again
yet the
loss of blood never
eggs on any other reaction
going out of me