Treasure Island

AURORA BANNECKJ

(las vegas)

cuz of him


Eyes filling with tears
Heart full of despair
Voices in my head that aint really there
Blood boiling in my veins
Anger building up
With all the drama im bound to be insane
Heart beating fast
Head spinning as if im smashed
So many feeling I just can’t mask
My vision gone blurry
My wrist gone numb
Fist ache of so much pain
Blood on the floor
But the voices beg for more
Pills down my throat
Bottle in my hand
There’s more then one day I want this to end
Cuts down my arm
Glass on the floor
But they still want more
Another puddle on the floor
And the room is spinning
I hold my head underwater till I can see again

Submitted: Thursday, March 18, 2010

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