~Little ghots
sometimes I stil wondering why
every day it makes me cry
tears that dissepearing in the dark
every time I look at the mark
and the little voices in my head
they only scream they wan't me dead
they carving in my arms
they like this bleeding sharms
and the blood thats drippin on the floor
the broken mirror at the door
this liltle ghosts they make me mad
they hurt me and they make me sad
in my arms I feel the sharpness of a knife
the little ghosts that are taking my life
sometimes it makes me screaming
and it feels like I am dreaming
they getting worse day by day
wanted to give this pain away
they driving me isane
I wanted a end on all this pain
My cutting, My carving