Stanatic99

Legs crossed on a cold basement floor, Blood stains painting my flesh, The wounds deeper than ever before, A white gown now a short black dress. Long tangled hair clinging to my tears Wind howling through the trees, Moonlight painting a sky so clear, And darling, I'm going to be set free. My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin, A delightful pain at the thought of a touch, And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it, Tell me, Now am I good enough?