I miss you so much
but I know I shouldn't
my body is craving you
but I said I wouldn't
my mind is burning
I can't go on
my love my escape
now it's all gone
the sharp edges
make me tingle all the way down to my spine
that could say "you're all mine"
when depression came
it was always there
no one else to turn to
no one there really to care
time passes, lives change
my mind wander to the old days
I look down upon my arms
why can't these thoughts just go away
I did this to myself
I caused all of my own pain
I have put myself in this box
because I have gone insane
I am trapped behind these bars
in which I am blinded by
I reach out for someone's hand
to help me with these crimson cries
I haven't picked up the blade
but so many time's I have had the thought
all memories of blissful times
I have simply forgot
all emotion has been caged
you'll never know whats inside
my god what you would say
if you only know what I hide
not everything is all right
and a normal day for me is different
thoughts consume my mind
saying for this life I just wasn't meant
each day I continue to live
is a phenomenon
every day I grow weaker
as I lay on the floor and say I can't go on
I don't want it
but at the same time I do
look at what it has done to my life
if only I could start over, a life brand new
please try to understand
only one wish do I hold in my heart
to be able to make everything OK
when my life is falling apart
I don't need anymore scars
as my life plummets to the ground
I present a smile on my face
but cry when no one is around
all I've ever known is pain
with me that is a fact
a new challenge everyday
I can't always keep my life intact
I'm last in the world's eyes
and no matter what I do, I can't change that
I'll always be just seen as a cutter
no matter what I'm doing, or where I'm at
it doesn't matter what I say
the world has already made up it's mind
I am what I have done
not all wounds heal in time
society pushed me to die, for who I became
I went through my dead moments
and yet today I am still alive
I may at times crave my escape
but what addict never does want another taste
I'm tired of being broken on the floor
convincing myself that my life is just a waste
I look at my mangled body
in my hand a bloody knife
I want more than this
I want to live my life
crying all alone in the dark
yes, I may still go through depression
but I am done with cutting, read this carefully
for this is my confession...
