Every night I see you I cant help but sigh and dream...
As I paint the walls colorful with my silent screams...
All this violence seems..to carry on..it just won’t end...
Another cut made to ease the pain cause I’m broken…
Leaving my clothes soaken..in a puddle of my blood…
Veins ripping apart, more spews, I huddle as it floods…
Thoughts crumble with a thud…I’m reaching the worst…
Everything starts to fade…as I’m greeting the hearst…
Cause my beatings aren’t heard…I only remain quiet…
Enjoying the pain I inflict..with every single vein I slit…
That claims my wrist…leaving behind scars of pain…
Each one for different reasons…that mark its gain…
I start to strain…over each scar that holds its place…
A story for each one…that’s never told, its traced…
It molds to grace…pleasurable…clearing my mind…
Again and again I cut slow and deep hearing it grind…
I’m steering so blind, going the wrong way, no guidance…
Always the same excuse, it was a long day,…I guess…
I got to stop this, so I sit down on my floors vinyl carpet…
And take the razor to my throat to make the final scar slit…