Beth Holland
New member
It's a dark place
Filled with fright*
With a hand raised high
Looking for help
For she feel long ago
With slices on a imperfection skin
Taking ahold
Like possioned toxins
Blood on the ground
Next to a rigged knife
With cans of the old famous
Mikes hard lemonades
She was far to drunk
Far to depressed
She sliced at herself once again
Not being able to end
For one brought another
With blood everywhere
Her life was sadly*
Ended short that knight*
Idk If it's anything great. It's kinda about me. In a way but not. I'm not gonna go explain how it is and how it isn't tho. Please nothing mean
Filled with fright*
With a hand raised high
Looking for help
For she feel long ago
With slices on a imperfection skin
Taking ahold
Like possioned toxins
Blood on the ground
Next to a rigged knife
With cans of the old famous
Mikes hard lemonades
She was far to drunk
Far to depressed
She sliced at herself once again
Not being able to end
For one brought another
With blood everywhere
Her life was sadly*
Ended short that knight*
Idk If it's anything great. It's kinda about me. In a way but not. I'm not gonna go explain how it is and how it isn't tho. Please nothing mean