Beautiful mistake

by Blerina   Nov 25, 2005


Love is the slowest form of suicide
Your lips are laced with cyanide
But Im still addicted to your kiss
And I can feel the tingle on my lips

I hear your lies inside my head
I know Im alive but I feel dead
I cant take the pain you caused
Nothing can replace what I have lost

Each cut replaces a memory of what I used to know
The blood is so pretty against the snow
I can feel my heart beating faster
As I stare at my beautiful disaster

You were my favorite mistake
Now youre the cuts I have to make
Soon you?? I'll be my favorite scar
I cant handle who you are

Outside you see my smiles; Im faking!
Inside you cant see my pain; Im breaking!
Im good at hiding, great at pretending
No one knows my life is ending

Im silent even when Im screaming
Im awake even when Im dreaming
Im not alive even when Im breathing
My hearts broken even when its beating

I feel the blood seep through the skin
Youre every little mark, every little sin
Youre the name my wrist is bleeding
Youre the name my voice is screaming

Youre the love in my suicide note
Youre the reason my heart broke
This beautiful crimson is bled for you
This beautiful death is because of you

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