~: Red Ribbons :~
 

Sobbing as the antique clock strikes midnight,
Silent tears on their journey to the bedroom floor,
Candle flickering, at the open window,
Casting evil shadows on the fastened door,
Shadows that reach out and grab you,
Their fingers sharp, tear through your skin,
Releasing dying anger, bottled up inside you,
Relieving you from this life of sin.
The tears end, the pain begins,
As they beat your face and slash your limbs,
Blood thickens blotting out deep sorrows,
Diverts your mind from demon things.
A being above you frowns upon you,
Like so many others have to you before,
Hurtful names and abusive games,
Fail to upset you anymore,
You hate yourself, you hate them too,
Its all your fault, its you to blame,
Something you said caused those arms to run red,
And those scars will never fade.
So when they ask you in the morning,
How your feeling, make it the last time,
That you lie to your friends and those who really do care,
When you say 'It was the shadows fault, not mine.'

::speechless:: interesting....umm...i...it was....hmm...i liked it...i think...im still figuring out the thing under and between each word....::thinking::

This does have me thinking. Figuring out the message in it. Or is there even a message? I would like to know, when u get some time and wanna hit me up and direct my head onto the right train of thought? Thanks Hun. again good drop Spect JT

well the message is 'self harm' mixed with 'abusive parents' that was sort of a given, but yeah. lmao hey smooth how ya feelin?

i'm good hun ben better but life always looks up at times in life how bout yourslef?

fine, droppin the illest.