Lost Soul (written for a friend)

Whenever i can't take the pain.
I slice it out of my veins and let it pour.

my wounds heal on the outside, but never fully to the core.

The problem is that I'm not good enough. and i dont know what i deserve anymore.

so these black tears stream like a river running down my cheeks.
My worst fear has consumed me and this curse has made me weak.

i lay on my bed and reach to the sky for a goal I won't achieve. Been thrown around and pushed down i'm not affraid to bleed.

so carelessly has my time gone while my hand runs through this silk black hair.

my nail polish has been chipped away and like this life i am presumed not there.

I caress my spike belt because i love The texture, so harsh and cold it thrives.
as my fingers run across this metal I feel the sensation; I'm alive.

but I'm still a porcelain face with glowing eyes behind them full of sin.

discovering that underneath this twisted girl, in my skin crawls
the true beauty within.