He throws her against the wall
her body falls to the floor...
As I lose my sight,
I lose my will to fight...
The dizziness and headaches,
Stomach pains and blood...
The number of unanswered questions increase...
My mind saturated, but they keep on coming...
My emotions run a muck
No matter what I do...
I lay awake at night
Listening to the rain...
Laying in her bed
About to go to sleep...
The cold the dark is all i see
People yelling and screaming at me...
The blade never sharp enough
The will never strong enough...
No one to turn to
So I turn to myself...
With no tears shed
My wrist bled red...
This pain inside grows and grows
this feeling inside really blows...
How did the razor
Become the closest friend of mine...
Cutting is the only pain I can control,
When I cut, it feels like all my problems leave...
Her memories consume,
With her feelings of shame...
I remember sitting in my room
crying night after night...
Thick blood
thin tears...
I cut a Little deeper every time
the scars will always be mine...
"Jesus loves you," they tell me
And I know it's true...
Blood and pain are a way of life
Her secret for staying alive...
She always knew what it was to feel the pain
She always knew that she would never stop...
The blood lust fills every thought,
The warm metallic taste of the blood you've...
The stinging in my wrist
The blood running down my arms...
Watching The Blood Run Down My Arm
Cutting Deeply Into My Own Skin...
Sleek silver blade
Across my wrist...
A hundred days ago I put the razor through my skin
The sweet taste of blood and wine...
Eyes close
I breathe real deep...
Its been a while since I could hold my head up...
Its been a while since I've gone one day without...
Put the blade or
knife against my...
Pretty brown eyes and that pale, perfect skin-
He’s a little too haunted, a little...
>cutting yourself really dosent solve anything...
>so what if i cut myself, its my life...
The first may hurt but it's not bad
For afterwards it makes you glad...
(about cutting)
been there...
Upon Forlorn hills and surronded by skies of red...
We welcome you to this lair, we welcome all those...
I sit here,
dark and stormy...
My heart is breaking....
my soul is aching...
I get a sad look in my eyes
as I pick up the knife...
She's been through hell
but her eyes are dry...
Shadowy mist ran three
Nearby howl then bite...