After all the times I've tried to quit.
i have a problem and it's hard to admit.
you see, the knife and me are one.
but, the story of my life has just begun.
I've tried leaving it all in the past.
saying in my head " that's not gonna last"
i hate the fact that I'm addicted to this dreadful thing.
I'm used to it now, it's kinda like a bee sting.
just a little blood is all i wanna see.
to me, that alone is what makes
me feel free.
but, i tried to put down the knife.
for my feelings, for my life.
all i know is my best dreams will finally come true, all the pain and being so blue.
is when i lie in my bed........made of soft feathery silk.
