CaN'T sToP

by 4EvErHeRs   Nov 26, 2005


My blood lay all over these white sheets
My pillow is soaked with tears
Its been this way every night for years

Scars dominate my body
From my stiff neck to my freezing toes
Every night the deeper my blade goes

My friends are scared for my life
They see Im unhappy, and then they start to cry
They hold me close but can only ask me "why?"

I cannot reply so I stay motionless
I looked in their gloomy eyes and realized
Despite the pain, this blade still has me hypnotized

Under this spell I remain day after day night after night
Its now so bad I carry a blade everywhere I go
I need to stop, but I should have stopped a long time ago

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