As my cold blood seeps through the cracks of my torn skin,
I feel more alive than I have ever been,
The pain flows through my veins, all around, everywhere,
Unaware, i suck in a mouth of poisoned air,
The pain hurt me so much, i think im numb now,
I gotta get help, i'm just not quite sure how,
There is no more anger or hatred felt towards you,
My feelings have faded, replaced with the new,
I'm sick of being WEAK, so im taking a stand,
I need to fight the fight, (but) i don't need your hand,
As the words run across this empty notebook sheet,
I discover I CANNOT accept defeat,
'Spite determination, the pain tugs at my life,
I CAN'T control my thoughts, I CAN'T control the knife,
Someone stop this knife from ripping up my dreams,
It's destroying my veins and creating my screams. |
