I love to rhyme, I only seem to be able to write (well, in my view) meaningfully when I'm depressed, and I love reading what others have written. |
With scars on my wrists and tears in my eyes,
I hide the pain that I feel inside...
I'm sorry that I dissapear,
I'm sorry that I did these things...
Im just writing to let you know
You are the one Im thinking of...
Bitter dreams and lonely halls,
My nightmares pervade these hollow walls...
I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair...
The smoke fills my lungs,
The alcohol impairs my judgement...
Pain's sharp bite, it sets me free,
Allowing me self control...
Bitter dreams and lonely halls,
My nightmares pervade these hollow walls...
A late night visit in my dreams,
Where nothing else is as it seems...
Teardrops of blood, they hold my pain, |
I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care? |
I may have returned to what makes me strong, |