| as he lies on the floor, with his head in his hands, surprising how much, this boy can withstand. I made him bleed, for the things that he's done, to see this boy crying, I know that I've won. seeing rivers of crimson, escape from his arms, the reason he's crying, and bleeding -- self harm. deep down I feel sorry, and I know you agree, this boy that is crying, and bleeding.. is me |