Sitting so empty
so alone in the dark
drinking and taking drugs
in such a lonely park
walking back home
with no smile to call your own
as you walk through the door
you no your alone
i tend to sit by my self
in my room thinking of life
thats when it comes
and the thought of the knife
but then God must be watching
why he telling me im bad
all the stupid things ive done
they are driving me completly mad
maybe he want to get rid of me
jsut my family do
they wouldnt care if i was dead
neither would i to
but thats not how i think
i just need pain relief for a while
so i cut to see the blood pour
and then it brings a smile
some people say it addiction
to cut your self that way
to do it mroe then once
every single day
but when you need no pain
and are having a bad day
sometimes it just the knife
that wins in every way
its so reliefing to see the blood
pour out and think the things said
watching the big red puddle
go all over your bed
sometimes i click my fingurs
to hear the crunch and the crack
then i no im feeling no pain
and the feelings go back
some nights i sit there
shaking and feeling shit
i try to shut my eyes
instead of knife and grabbing it
i try to advoid the thought
and think of other stuff for a min
but at the end of the day
i think the knife seems to win
but life has to go on
in pain and in sorrow
but you got to think cleaer
and think of a brighter tommorrow
maybe this is me
for ever in darkness and fright
but can you sit in heaven
and pray for me each night!!
Please comment and say what you think of this. I wrote this my self.
