As they sit and stare up at me,
Thinking why do you do this to yourself,
To feel better?
Or to feel at all?
I think why does it matter?
No one here cares at all,
Yes there may be some,
But they are scarce,
The cuts are what make me real,
Real as I can be.
After that all I did was sit thinking about how can I possibly get myself out of here? So sitting listening to Dashboard I decided to write some more,ending with lots of little pieces that I can't bring myself to finish...
#1) The razors sharp at the foot of your bed,
But the company can't attend the meeting tonight,
You are locked away,
And the key has been lost...
#2) Bent down,
Take these nails,
Watch my slowly bleed,
Hovered over...
But the company can't attend the meeting tonight,
You are locked away,
And the key has been lost...
#2) Bent down,
Take these nails,
Watch my slowly bleed,
Hovered over...
*This one I started writing for my friend John, but can't think of what else to write.*
#3) I heard you cry yesterday,
The tears were red,
Your wrists were cut deep,
Said there was nothing left to hold on to...
#3) I heard you cry yesterday,
The tears were red,
Your wrists were cut deep,
Said there was nothing left to hold on to...
#4) Razors cutting through the pain,
Like daggers in a storm,
The pain I can't feel...
#5) Reminded of the days,
The days that brought smiles,
The days that slowly faded,
With that grin upon your face,
I know what your thinking,
And it's not about us, it' not about the past,
But more about the future,
Whats in store for you next,
It's not that you still care,
But what your next move will be,
It doesn't matter to me,
Because I', watching every second...
I wish I could think of some way to end these, but I can't do it. Well the shower is calling so I must attend.
Like daggers in a storm,
The pain I can't feel...
#5) Reminded of the days,
The days that brought smiles,
The days that slowly faded,
With that grin upon your face,
I know what your thinking,
And it's not about us, it' not about the past,
But more about the future,
Whats in store for you next,
It's not that you still care,
But what your next move will be,
It doesn't matter to me,
Because I', watching every second...
I wish I could think of some way to end these, but I can't do it. Well the shower is calling so I must attend.
