Have u ever cut yourself to see how much it would bleed?
To let all the pain escape, it is oh such a beautiful creed.
The pain from the cuts dissolves all the pain and angst inside,
Making everything disappear, including every last tear that you've ever cried.
You shed them so often, those never-ending tears,
Each one so miniscule, carrying a dark load of overwhelming fears,
Those fears that hold you back from advancing farther in life,
Just because your afraid to face your fears, and help ease the strife.
Your only true friend in life happens to be the sharp and bloody blade,
The one and only thing that is always by your side to help serenade.
Serenade your screaming soul, help erase all the pain,
Control you racing thoughts, retaining you from suicide and dieing in vain.
Too bad no ones there to lend a shoulder for those tears,
Their abandonment feels like one million sharp, penetrating spears.
A spear to the heart leaves you with an empty soul deep within,
Your mind being played over and over, like and extensively used violin.
Racing heart and speeding mind, you're inevitably going insane,
Knees buckling, you fall to the ground, feeling as though you've been hit by an oncoming train.
My body's just not cut out for this, nor is my mind,
And I'm afraid it's my life, that I'll have to leave behind. |
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