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by Morgan Aug 3, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It feels normal after a while It's what keeps me going To me, this is my style Keeping the blood flowing The cuts give me this feeling Like I'm high I feel like I'm healing But really I'm gonna die The cold knife against my skin I haven't felt it for a bit But now I'm giving in And I make the first slit I watch the blood seep out And pain is released The devil inside creeps out I feel okay, for now at least This is what happens, dear brother When you beat me till I cry You never tried to save me, mother You're other child is making me die All I needed was someone to care Someone to save my life Anyone to show me they're there But the only thing helping me was a knife I don't have friends anymore And the cuts become more deep My body feels sore But what I have life, I need to keep I'll cherish my knife Let more blood drain Who needs this life It only brings pain So I'll cut this body which is so lifeless Just dig the point into me I'll let the knife grace my wrists And watch my scarlet red sea I'll destroy my inner hurt I'll get my knife while they sleep This knife, I will insert This time the cut will be too deep... (This is resubmitted)