Tears craddle me to Sleep

This time its different
normally I don't feel shame
when I cut my skin
but this time it's different
for the fire cries shamefully within.

Impossible to free the chains
that held my roses, so many years
and I've tried to fight the demons
and theres a feeble liquid I call tears.

Call me damaged feeling
and call me the abused
even thought the knife speaks,
and its voice I can't refuse.

I keep hanging off a cliff
and I'm just afraid to fall
and then who is there to stop the cuts? Who is there to care at all?

Be me in this time of pain
for pain has many faces
and even though it hasn't left
pain has travelled different places.

Carry me home, my love
and carry me down to the lake
I want to watch my tears fly
all that's in me
It's all so fake.

The only hope left
is the hope to finally cry
my tears craddle me to sleep
as I dream my dreams, of how I die.