I sit here in the darkness
thinking about you i try to stop
but i cant it is soo hard i cant
hear none it is quite i pick the blade
up and think to my self put it down
my hand moves closer to my wrist it cuts
1 time 2 times i cant stop!!!!
I hear someone it is my mum she walks
into my room turns the light on
i have black eyeliner dripping down my face
she ask what have i done the she see's the blood she
get's tears in her
As my blood runs slowly down my arm
all my pain dissapears....
i sit in the darkness i feel so much pain im numb
i hid all my emotions
i can not trust nobody not even me...
the blade hurts like nothing
it dances across my skin sliding and twisting.
some days i just get sick of it and yell...
i'll pound on ur wall and i'll kick ur door down
i'll shatter your bones and ur body i'll drown
i'll crunch ur arms and brake ur leg and
Words fill the air
door fills the frame
my feet fill your footsteps
regrets fill my mind
tears fill my eyes
apologies fill my head
goodbyes fill my ears
fumes fill the air
your car fills the lane
silence fills the porch
door again fills the frame
knife fills my hand
cuts fill my wrist
blood fills the sink
my life was full of you
now my thoughts of you
my funeral is full of your questio
you kill me with words, i wish i had wings like a birds.
i'd fly away, and live for the next day.
sometime i wish i could fake my own death, and take in a refreshing breathe.
they tell me to talk about it, but i dont give a sh*t.
just leave it alone, let me get back to breaking my bones.
people will think i've died, but my lungs wont really be dried.
i have vioce, and i've made my chioce.
I've hated her for so long that I have forgotten why. After spending many hours with her today I realized that she's not that bad. She is actually a lot like me. Just another child the world has thrown away. We are both living lives that are spinning dangerously out of control. Weaving webs of deceit. Scandal is riding shot gun in every trip that we take. Behind these masks of fake smiles and happiness are endless tears. There's a tortured child rocking back and forth in a corner inside our brain.