I Cut Therefore I Am
Under a darkened sky streaming with rain I toil through this miserable existence. I am but a p*** who would gladly trade places with an ant. I have collided with a dead end. My only friend is a razor. My heart only beats when it's bleeding. Dyed black hair obscures my vision. Ripped black stockings tangle my legs. My eyeliner outlines a portal to my suffering soul. My only escape is slashing a new line in my freshly scarred skin.
I get sentimental when the voice in my head sings me an old familiar song. Death. Darkness. Betrayal. :D