We're all dying from the moment were born. Someone once promised me when I was foolish enough to run away and start dragging the dreaded blade across my skin and watch it bleed and in the process passing out. I let her back in and trusted her after she promised she wouldn't leave.. Fact is she left like everyone else.. I so badly want to relapse and turn back to that blade but this time if I pass out will I wake up? Relapse sounds so good right now. But the emotional hurt isn't helping when all I can hear in my head is her voice saying "Don't Tink.. I love you and I won't leave you." If that was true then way have you gone. Oh blade how you seem so sweet and the answer now.. But I don't know what to do. All I can hear is "Don't worry Tink I won't leave you. You'll always be my Tink." But here is my choice. I know you'll see this and my tweets.. But truth is.. I'm lost and confused and the blade is calling my name.. I don't know if I can fight the urge to pick it up.
We're l dying from the moment were born.