Count the problems on my wrist
Going crazy can't resist
The pain
Going Insane
The rivalry between us two
All started because of you
Your to blame
Isn't that a shame
So many times I cried
Over something stupid like this
But instead of lying here
Count the problems on my wrist
Deep goes the blade
Cutting out my sanity
Oh father aren't you proud of me
Far comes the sun
Shining on my blood
I run
running from the problems can't resist
As the blade hits my skin
Count the problems on my wrist
-Arianna
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the LA encounter of Arianna
heres a few poems
ENJOY *thats a command* lol
NOW ENJOY MY POOEMS DARN YOU lol ^^ im serious -_-
~Sorry.... Just bein Ari~