l used to burn myself,yes l burnt myself with my halfway smoked cigarettes.lm tired of you,all l think of is you and those godd*mn Spinarettes.l stare at the razor,shiny silver razor will it ever meet its fate?lm not scared to die,lm quite ready to die but the red THE RED l dread.l dont fear the pain,oh l long for the pain but the blood the blood is RED.Your favorite color, in ugly as* color why does it remind me of you?l dont wanna see it,please dont let me see it how l wish l bled blue