Amaya-Itami

 crimson blood dripping down the walls of her mind, covering her sins in red. Beauty in a place of death, the graveyard off her mind, she is a murderer she killed the girl she used to be. Pathetic.... the only word she knows how to say to herself. She drowns herself each night in a sea of fears. Never really sure if the truth is what she hears. though she supposes everyone must feel this way she desperately hopes that no one does. to be a prisoner within yourself is a most terrifying experience. for you become the victimized prisoner and the cruel jailer. To be able to scar yourself is a truly desperate thing. Scared to say how desperately sh

I could kill myself tonight Just means I wouldn't have to put up another fight. Letting Depression sink into my skin Making me feel paper thin. Words are sharp just like a sword Makes me want to take that cord Tie it up in a tree somewhere Kill myself no one would care.

  “The human skin can be hard to live in.”      “That’s why most of us tear it open.”      - a.r.g. She kneeled on the hardwood floor with silent tears running down her face as crimson blood dripped to the floor. She turned her head and smiled a little at the comfort that the sight of her own life giving blood gave. Running down her arm and out of her veins it seemed as if red silk ribbons where wrapping her in their comfort and care. She traced one cut with her finger and drew it back dripping with blood. She thought of all the times she’s disappointed people and how, like a record, all those times whe