little life of mine
No more blood to bleed from the wounds I have made
With this razor blade in my hand the blood flowing from my arm,
these wounds are reminders of my past mistakes that I might
but will make again.
Behind the fake family image
is the real me I hide from everybody else,
when I was a kid I used to wear bright clothing to hide my sadness,
and act like nothing is wrong,
but I was living a lie.
Now I wear black and eyeliner to show the real me!
And I listen to music 24/7 even when I'm sleeping,
You could say music is my life,
I have emotional break downs when I'm not listening to music
And then I resort to the blade that has been there for me.
I have little dark secrets I keep hiden deep within my being
so you can wish me luck in this thing I call my life.