Elerow

Red and bleeding, My wrist cries. For the times I gave up, The times I never tried. The skin is so delicate Like a butterfly's wing The razor blade sharp cutting out its beautiful design It's a wonder why few do this and yet it's understandable about how it is addictive. Close the door, Catch my breath, don't look at my dresser again. Don't think about the pain, or the release of stress. Just cry into my pillow When there is nothing to gain. As the voices grow. Whispering evil nothings, A black butterfly on my shoulder, telling me how to die. A black butterfly on my shoulder Give me a place to hide. Red tinted blade, My black butterfly, How m