I cut myself to see if I could feel it,
The pleasure I once had,
Turns into NUMBNESS,
Nothing is real,
Deeper and deeper,
The piece of BROKEN glass digs into my skin,
Tears form,
Sliding down my face,
Hitting the floor Silently,
Still I feel nothing,
Where has the sensation I once had gone,
It FADED away without leaving a letter,
How could it do this to me,
I need it more then anything else,
Bang my fists on this COLD floor,
I’ll make myself feel it,
No matter what it takes,
Fresh untouched FLESH,
Take the glass and PUSH it in,
Shiver runs up my spin,
Still I feel NOTHING,
What’s wrong with me,
AMMOUNED to the pain,
Fill my lungs full of SHAME,
You where my only friend,
Fill my mouth with SHIT,
You think I am happy,
But I can’t feel anymore,
Nothing is real,
I tired to make myself feel it,
I lay dying on the floor,
Alone,
My drug of choice. |
