The blade lies on my wrist as the tears fall down.
I know the consequences of this bad behavior..
It slices up adn the blood flows freely as water.
i cut my heart in two, the pain is not enough.
I lay the blade farther up and begin to laugh.
I slice uneven into the lines that are below it.
The fear inside erupts in my big empty world.
I cut my heart in two, the pain is not enough.
I cry about the blood that is flowing to the floor.
I sit and wonder will it stop before I pass out?
The pain fills up and I am lost to all hope inside.
Cutting my heart in to, love will never enter it now.
The blade is no stranger, its a friend in my heart.
The tears fall and the blood is staining my soul.
The hatred inside overflows into the feelings.
I cut my skon everyday to feel the pain of
Cutting my heart in two.