The Colour Crimson

by lindzy   May 1, 2005


You all think that I am crazy
I think im perfectly sane
Because threw this dear razor
Is the happiness I attain

You call me a cutter
You tell me that I'm insane
But this obsessive need I have to cut
I just can not explain

The long sleeve shirts come out
My old habits back again
I must keep it from my friends
To spare all of them my pain

It started with a little slice
But then deeper and deeper I go
I watch the blood pour out
I don't care, let it show!

They can not understand me
The sick life I've been threw
If I had, had their lives
I would be normal too!

You want to trade lives with me?
Because you'd fall within a day
If you had lived my life
You wouldn't want to stay

Razor blades and edges
Slicing threw my skin
Don't tell me God would hate me
I don't care if it's a sin

God, he put me threw this
I can not fathom why
Maybe he wanted me to suffer
Maybe he likes to see me cry

Oh no! a horrible statement
And yet, I just don't care
This razor helps me deal with
The pain that I must bare

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  • 19 years ago

    by Silouette Dreams

    plz talke to her!!!!!!!!!

  • 19 years ago

    by lindzy

    I don't want to talk

  • 19 years ago

    by ~*Ley*~

    lindsay, we really need to talk. you told me the first time you did it was for...suicide...if you're doing it more..for any other reason we needa talk. you gotta stop this while you still can. ill be at school 2morrow, we can talk then at lunch, alone. i love you and i dont want to see you turn out like me.
    ~Freak~

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