The place

I smile and excuse myself
then make my way alone
to the place of freedom
where broken hearts are sown

this place can be anywhere
the settings in your mind
its the place you choose
to make a bloody line

i find a secluded corner
then sit down and take a breath
i discreetly take out my blade
and move ever closer to my death

i put my wrist to my mouth
the nectar taste so sweet
yet it holds the flavor
of a bitter sweet defeat

i pull my sleeve down slowly
and leave this special place
for now I'll hide my pain
underneath a smiling face

this is not the first time
nor will it be the last
this is my only future
as it was my past

the place can always vary
or forever stay the same
the state of mind is what matters
the need can not be tamed

you bring your hurt and tears
along with all your pain
though it is a wonderful place
it has not a name

the place, the place, the place
you'll dream of it each night
the place of desire
the place you'll lose the fight

not everyone may enter
only those with great need
its a place of sorrow
where fear comes to feed

so unless you know
that this is the path you must take
go away from this place
don't make the same mistake