You look in my eyes,
and see all the hunger,
the hunger to be free,
from these self-destructive ways.
free from all,
these scary,sad days.
nighs alone,
bloody and scared,
that the cycle will never stop.
i let the pain come,
not trying to stop it.
i need it,
i need it to feel alive.
i need it to remind me,
that im not dead.
bleeding,cut up,
and ready to offer it to you.
ready for you to take the pain,
swallow it,
and never let it come back.
so you could feel me,
and know i wasn't perfect.
so you would always remember
the night you really felt my pain..
