I open the door
To the rest of my life
I fall once again
At the touch of the knife
I fail to recall
The touch of my skin
Deep down in my heart
I feel read, within
My mask is old
And people can see
What I am inside
Or what I could be
The feel of the blade
As it slices my heart
The rush of excitement
As my soul now departs
The smell of depression
As my lungs fill my air
It takes over my body,
Of pain I don’t share
My heart sinks in deeper
As it slows down its beat
I manage to slice
At my body’s defeat.
(this is how i really feel please rate and comment)
