Forgiveness in the darkest place,
Replaced by your screaming face.
The blades dont ease the pain,
They cut the skin as you bleed away.
A certain rush you think you get,
Enough with the blades,
Time to get over certain shit.
Only time can heal my wounds,
Untill then my wrists are staying closed.
Hold my head low because its part of me,
Its hard to see,
Right next to the heart of me.
Dreams come alive,
somewhere deep inside.
I try to run and get away,
but I always get caught before the end of the day.
I pick up a blade and I try to make it bleed,
The pen explodes and it bleeds ink.
Take the anger out some other way,
Than taking myself apart every day. |
