Do you see the red in my eyes?
The bruises on my thighs?
I'm not alright inside.
Something hides beneath my cover.
Should I show you?
Would you want to see?
Now I can't because of the way you look at me.
Don't judge what you don't know.
Don't act like you care.
I do what you won't ever dare.
I'll won't scream and yell
to make my point.
because it's not a matter of volume...
that gets you to
listen.
is it worth losing everything?
I see the devil in ___ eyes
I taste ____ tears
I like it when the red water comes out
Wake up
tangled in darkness
silent scream
of the horror
in ____ mind
not yet dead
unable to tell
if ____ eyes are open or shut
light unable to penatrate dark
everywhere on everyone
no peace
we're working towards the same goal
one life forever
emptiness is loneliness
and loneliness is cleanliness
and cleanliness is godliness
don't hide when ___
know I can't find ___
I wish I could ignore me
____________________________________
that's it
the lines means I exxed it out.
Cutting keeps their words at bay
Down into the soars that stay
Happiness is just a gush away..
I open a familiar scar,
pain goes shooting like a star.
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far.
And you might say it's self indulgent,
you might say it's self destructive.
But you see it's more productive
then if I were to be happy.
The ugly marks are worth the momentary gain.
When I drive a sharpened object
chours of angels seem to sing.
I'd kick the bucket
sixety times before I'd kick the habit.
As the skin rips off
I cherish the revolting thought,
That even if I quit...
there's not a chance in hell I'd stop.
No one cares if your arm is bleeding,
too concerned with their hair receeding.
Why on earth would anyone practive self-destruction?
Sick sick sound
we all fall down
there is something keeping
everyone's lungs and lips
locked.
It's called fear
and it's seeing
a great renaissance.
I'm a necessary evil.
Try to contain yourself.
I thought you took it lightly.
Rotten like a crackwhore.
Show us what you're good for.
Join the blood sport.
jaded
bitter
failure has made me cruel.
Seven scale from dead to breathing.
tells you she's bipolar
just so you trust her.
Keep a healthy distance.
Say nothing,
but your tongue gets blacker.
You hated me,
so a toast.
You really had me going for a second
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