poetry=love |
Can you explain to them why I do the things I do..
Why I hurt myself on the outside to block out the...
Can you explain to them why I do the things I do..
Why I hurt myself on the outside to block out the...
Rusty metal piercing my skin.
My muscles begin to tighten...
When you look at me what do you see?
Can you tell I'm suffering and just wish to be...
Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just want to feel...
Now let me do this, and please don't try to stop...
I can't explain what is happening to me,
I just don't know what to say...