Slicing my veins open...
Cutting is my way out, to release
all this pain i hold within me...
The razor is my friend now,
The only thing that will let the pain
of a broken heart heal, even for
just a brief moment...
I cut to the bone, my body goes numb.. I'm at a hush...I watch the blood start to drip from my freshly made incisions.
Like a red waterfall, flowing to the floor... Though i know it's wrong, I can't seem to stop...The pain within me just gets to be to much, That i
can not bare it anymore...
That's when I start to fade away
And when I come back it's already to late...
Even for just a few split moments the pain That's inside goes away is worth the scars that will remain,
for those split moments I feel nothing, which is better then living with the hurt...My soul has left, And
left behind a person so broken inside...
I have nothing left,
I'm so alone inside. No one can see
that I need there helping hand...
I don't want t be this person that I see in the mirror. I don't want
the razor to be m only friend,
My Savior!
