BlackRoses1331

Somedays are dark and drearier than night, Somedays are bright and gleaming with light. Somedays you're happy and live a happy life, Somedays you're depressed and carry around a knife. And with that knife in your hand, you wonder if it'll be just like sand, the feeling so relaxing as it runs through so you slit your skin and it is true. You feel happy, relaxed, all of the above and there you learn your knife is your true love.