CUTS FOR A LIFE
From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms:-
"The emo" they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can't help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die
EMO'S HAVE FEELINGS TOO
Emo's have hearts and feelings,
they cut themselves
that's why there always bleeding,
Emo's have hell in their lives
that's why they always cry,
people say their "stupid",
people say their "dumb"
but nobody knows that I am one.
with our layered cuts and highlighted hair,
you'll catch us in the streets
we are everywhere.
some Emo's really want to die
that's why they are always trying to commit suicide.
please help them
there's not much time!!
hurry before they lose their lives!!
please help them
before its too late!!
or would you rather
have a heart full of hate??
CRIMSON BLOOD AND POISON TEARS
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.
I don’t need you anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…
...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.
THE BLADE
The cold icy blade,
running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down drop by drop to the sink below me.
I feel calm, and in control.
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more.
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my heart pounds faster.
I wake up the next day groggy, confused.
People pounding on the bathroom door.
My brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face,
Because they can't know,
They won't know.
I'll find an excuse, for everything.
And their world will be fine.
No matter if mine is a living hell.
they'll never know. Until it's to late.
BROKEN DREAMS
Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there
See the rays of sunlight
They shine upon your scars
Reaching for that broken smile
Among the hidden stars
Hearing the tear drops
Falling from your eyes
Believe my hidden secrets
And tell my stolen lies
Bring me to the surface
Give me air to breathe
Let me see the sorrow
Upon my broken dreams
ADDICTION
I felt to pain everyday,
Seeing the scars on my wrist.
No one understands me,
My life is at risk.
Waiting everyday for the worst,
With a razor blade in my hand.
Getting ready to cut my wrist,
I can't wait until my life ends.
At school I hang my head low,
Always feeling ashamed.
Always making actions of slicing their wrist,
The only reason is,
The cuts and scars on My wrist.
Wanting my life to end every night.
People don't understand depression,
Thinking only Mental people have it.
But no one knows how it feels,
until I explain,
The life I live is real.
Teachers and parents walk by,
Seeing the scars on my wrists.
Never knowing,
I'm waiting for the day I die.
