Cut cut I cut my skin,
My soul has rotted from within.
I feel the blood come down my arm,
I think about why I do this self harm.
I wish I was different,
I want to stop it.
I cannot believe that,
My words all run flat.
They never leave my tongue,
But my screams of pain are now sung.
As I cut my skin,
I realize that my soul has rotted from within.
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Hi I'm Kathy and I case you all were wondering yes I am mentally crazy, you all can blame it all on my crazy brain here. 'Its not my fault you can't keep blaming everything on me'. You wanna bet? 'Fine then, I bet you can't blame everything on me'. What do you think I'm doing RIGHT now brain? 'I don't know'. Blaming everything on you duh! 'Whatever I'm leaving you can write things on Opuss without me'. Yay! She's gone now!!!!! So I can write whatever I feel like without her bugging me about it!
The pain, it's in my chest. This pain, it's doing it's best, to rip me apart from the inside out. I have no way out. I try to think happy thoughts, but all my heart does is rotts. With out you hear.
The cut runs deep, Crimson drops the carpet does seep. Her pain is brief, But she sighs with relief. Pent up emotions trapped from within, Are now let loose onto her skin.
Self harm references.
Broken promises of a better day to come. We strive to go on lonelier than ever before. Thinking of those memories that cut like knives, we soon turn to things that can take our lives, but does it do.
She looks in the mirror with a blank expression, She hates herself; it's a true confession. When she smiles, it's very rare, Because she's conscious and feels so bare.
Blood is red, The veins are blue, The cuts and scars they bleed all through The blade in my hand agaist my skin, The more i cut the less i feel sin.
Late at night im sitting here crying. Lonely and cold inside im slowly dying. Confused and hurting with no outlet. Living my life with lots of regret. Asuming happiness will never be found.
I cry and cry, A tsunami's begun. I drown in my tears. A complete no-one. Scars cover me Both Inside and out. And I can conclude, That's not what life is about.
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