I wonder if its worth to mention
I sell myself to get attention
I haven\'t even turned eleven
and lost my chance to enter Heaven
I\'m older now, my angst is growing
I\'m almost 12, my blood is flowing
I cut a cross of hate and sorrow
I hope I won\'t wake up tomorrow
This is my only way to cope
Cause I\'m a boy that lost all hope
If only I wasn\'t so scared of dying
I wouldn\'t lay here, ashamed and crying
Now eight years later in December
the things I did I still remember
I hope my life gets better fast
Cause I know I\'m stuck back in the past
Blood Drips Like A Snare Drum by thereapersshadow, literature
Literature
Blood Drips Like A Snare Drum
My pain writhes at my wounds
Razors and wrists at midnight.
Blood drips like a snare drum.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
An alabaster statue sits alone.
Outside, rain pours like blood.
Blood drips like a snare drum.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Old obituaries smell of death.
Iron tinge mixed with wet concrete.
Blood drips like a snare drum.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Thunder roars as I fall.
Cold face against cold floor.
Blood drips like a snare drum.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Obsidian slays the alabaster.
Eclipse of vision on my death bed.
Blood drips like a snare drum.
Rat, ptat, ptat.
Rat, p
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