Cutting through the warm moist skin
blood falling to the floor
my knife has got the best of me
i have control no more
the tears are falling down my face
i keep the pain inside
i wish that people understood
instead i have to hide
tomorrow, nobody will see
the scars that i have on my wrist
i'll smile, pretending that i am okay
as everyone just walks away
the razors warm as it cuts through
distracting me from pain i'd feel
the warm sensation of bearing down hard
the taste of the blood
knowing that you are real
and i push down hard
with all my weight
imagining i'm cutting the people i hate
and Oh! the pleasure that the knife gives
the blood that's freed just seems to sing
this addiction that i can't control
is helping me to let you go
 [.Dieing.Inside.] · Thu Dec 28, 2006 @ 03:48pm · 0 Comments |
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