What My Head Says

You might as well do it
Just slide that blade
Come on, you know you want to
You just want you pain to fade...

Just put it right there
On your wrist, where the blood is plenty
Just one quick slice, I promise
Come on, you'll do it splendidly!

My conscience is telling me these things
Pleading me to hurt, to bleed
But I have one lingering question
How did these thoughts take seed?

Just one quick slice, right across
Just bring that sweet blood to the surface
Oh come on! You KNOW you want to
You want to hurt, you want it on purpose

My head wont leave me alone!
It keeps nagging me, telling me
It makes me hurt, it makes me cry
It makes me see more, I can see

Just run that perfect blade along you arm
You know you can't resist, you know you want to
Just one quick one, no one will notice
I know you

My head, it hurts, it pains
Its making me do all these things, all this bad
It tells me to reach for that glistening blade
And take away all my suffering that makes me deeply sad

One slit here, some blood there
what will matter if your dead?
Come on, girlie, get it done!
Just listen to your trusting head

I cry and cry
I don't want to do this, no!
My head is making up its own mind
And there is only one moment left to go

That's it girlie!
Just bring that sweet, sweet blade here
Just one slice here, here and there
Come on girlie, dry that lingering tear!

I cut one slit
Then another and another, one more can't hurt
But now I'm bleeding bad
I'm bleeding my waste of blood into the now stained red dirt

That's it, just right there
You know you've been longing for this
I know this world is too harsh
And you, no one will surely miss

My head patronises me
It tells me the evils that are my thoughts
My head is telling what I hate
And now my saddened anger haunts

Just one cut there, one more here
One more slice of your wrist over there
Come on girlie, lighten up!
I'm taking away all the pain you could not bare!

I'm on the ground bleeding
My head brought me to this moment
How could I have never have known?
That thoughts could be evilly potant

Just one more cut
My head keeps telling me
And now there is nothing left
Of this person to be

My head told me to cut
So I did as I was told
And now you can see
I fit this average teenage mold