Tortured self

by Undicicive Addiction   Jun 17, 2008


Here i lay at your feet,
While you look down at me,
Blood shots eyes and twisted soul,
Blood that runs from the unknown,
Are you ashamed to look at me,
I beg for you on my knees
To help me through this compromise,
There is no question to wonder why?
Here i am bleeding for you,
Ashamed for all the things you do,
I'm addicted to the pain,
Your tears of ashamed,
Are you ashamed to see me this way,
Maybe you should lock me in a cage today,
Put me in a rubber room,
My life is surely doomed,
So here i lay
while you look at me,
tell me it's all my fault,
And leave me in the dark,
I'll tear apart my heart,
So i don't feel the pain,
I cut to the vain,
So i don't feel a thing,
While you stand there and watch me die,
As i suffer and i cry,
What do you want from me?
this is my sanity,
So here i bleed and wait for you,
To help me through,

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