NaruxGaara-LxLight

Drink till you’re dead, little girl, Slide blades across your flesh until the blood Stops pouring out. Swallow the pills that make you Smile, Spit out the words that make them Cry. Daddy said never play with fire, But the burns on your skin… Don’t they feel Good? Bathe in your blood, And write with wounds along your Wrist, Carry a nightmare in your Fist. Because, now, little girl You aren't so little anymore. Bury your butterfly wings In dirt, Create a grave for your Dreams. Swallow the pills that make you Smile, Spit out the words that make them Cry. And drink till you’re dead, little girl.