The knife- my anti drug

Somehow spilling my blood
Makes everything better
Numb of mental pain
..For a while
Sometimes when I'm alone
The knife becomes my friend
It feels good to think
Something loves the skin I'm in
When it rains outside
It pours in my world
When someones sun goes out
My sun shatters
I don't know how it happens
But sometimes i just die
Once he touched me
And my heart dissolved...
Into blood
And the blood appeared
On my wrists
I dream once in a while
That my prince comes
Then the black roses
Of my life fade away
After that the only tears
To soak my face
Are of pure, innocent bliss
It only lasts until the screams awake me
The screams in my mind
Are so loud.. so loud
But not loud enough
For everyone in the outside world
To hear me...feel me
I wonder if they do hear me
Or wonder if i hurt
But it doesn't matter
I've been classified as " Crazy"
...They can't help the crazy
And the wont let
The crazy help them