We all cut,
We all bleed red,
We all cry tears,
And wish we were dead.
Some of us are,
Inside of our heads,
When we see somebody we love,
Or hearts fill with dread.
A collection of poetry about death and such. I do own some but.not all of this, I do not know who the authors... More
We all cut,
We all bleed red,
We all cry tears,
And wish we were dead.
Some of us are,
Inside of our heads,
When we see somebody we love,
Or hearts fill with dread.