It calls back to me like a drug
The beautiful cold feel against my skin
So little yet deadly
One motion of the wrist and a new mark forms
Dripping its seductive color past the skin
An addiction that cannot be stopped
A hold on the soul that will let go as the last breathe is relased
A poem written by me.
(Source: bonjourkarine.tumblr com)
Rest in Peace Ray Manzarek.
nicoledayandnightblog asked: please stay strong iam here for you.
I will try darlin’, thank you.
I have never had so many suicidal thoughts run through my head within hours of waking up or being up for that matter. I just want to run away to a new place. Where no one knows me and I know no one.
When I lose about 40 or more pounds, l’ll reward my self with some nice piercings ;)