Текст: Tiltwheel. Other. 8 1/2.

I can feel the hate but i can't feel the bleed i can taste the end but i can't see a thing i can feel the cold but i can't feel the bleed and when it all comes down i can't reach right in and tear it out and now i scream for help in silence. Always seems the same playing all your little games and getting caught in everyway. digging holes in my skin, laugh out loud when she begins crying as the pain sets in scream as my life caves in... you could tell me lies to cover up my eyes.