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Bloody Razorblades
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pain There's something that
No one ever sees
Thats deep inside of me
There's darkness that flows
Inside my veins
With lost hope
That still remains
I pick up the only thing
To me that is real
The only thing that
Can make my heart
Start to heal
Blood splattered memories
And crimson dreams
Nothing has ever felt better
To me it seems
I feel it tear at my skin
Severing the pain in two
Leave me alone in darkness
With nothing more left to do
Blood drips down
From my injured arm
It's hard to tear myself away
From self harm
Blood falls to the floor
From the razorblade that
I did use
Myself i will never
cease to abuse
Strong and dark, thats how I like it and I'm not talking coffee. But please don't confuse writing and doing!
The blood falls, as does your hope
But is this really the way
That you think will help you cope
A cut here and there may break a heartache from life
But is it really what you want
When there are other weapons that could shed better light
Knives and razorblades work well
Music and writing does better
You can scream all the hate out and wish it to go to hell
And when you're done snarling out the beats
You'll fall back exhausted
And realize all the lifesblood you got to keep
You're still alive and kicking
A little less angry
Still alive and hoping
A little bit better
Chip away at feelings with every song and every lyric
Works a hell of a lot better than a blade I'm sure...
keep the music, love. I know it's tempting, but sometimes a damned good loud song can make you feel just as good as any razor... let me know if you ever need a good song fix :)