The cool blade tiptoes,
Across my arm.
It'll keep me safe,
Safe from harm.
The silver tip,
Wanders on my wrist.
Just a little slice,
Will clear up the mist.
The jagged edge,
Of the jagged knife.
Just a little cut,
To save my life.
As I slice,
I feel confused.
They lied to me,
But I couldn't refuse.
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A shot is a shot, it doesn't matter from who's gun it came. I can't breathe when I think about it, I can't breathe. A leaded weight ties itself to my lungs and I just can't breathe.
Words are a beautiful thing. Words can make the simplest of minds see through the eyes of a vivid imagination.
I am not the same as you. Your like everyone else a program. You don't feel the emotions I feel. You can't you don't understand them. You've never experienced been depressed.
Where did I go. Where have I been. I'm really not sure. The things that I've seen. My minds all a flutter. My life's in a rut. I really am wishing. My door would stay shut. But something is in here.
Sit oblivious trapped in my mind which seems to be victorious There must be something wrong I must be going insane I've been thinking this for far too long Why is this feeling so strange.
Silver, sharp, & beautiful, Scars with stories to unfurl, ClichΓ©, broken, lost, & misplaced in an artificial world, Crucified, hanging from the devils cross, Suicide looming & a mind spilt in...
You bite your finger. You're trying to avoid the temptation of scratching yourself with nails you haven't trimmed for a while.
Letting your mind wonder. Letting your mind race. The things you remember. You thought you'd erased. The anger returns. Like it never left at all. Knuckles go back to bleeding. Just like before.
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