The feeling in my stomach
Its been there for so long
Its become a part of me
I can't fucking escape it
No ones going to help me
No one can help me
Everyones so absorbed in their life
And I'm so lost in mine
The steel offers control
It offers me the option to not feel the empitness at the pit of my stomach
To just focus on the pain as I drag my savoir across my skin
The blue pills are calling
I've answered
They help me slip away
So no longer I will have to feel at all
As I wait for my body to go
And my mind to leave existence
It won't ever end.
The days spent notcing the happines of others
The hours that go by as you try to act happy
While your scars remind you that you're not
The nights spent alone
With the only thing showing you that you're truly alive
And the only thing keeping you warm
Is the cold blade in your hands
Have you ever noticed how people say they'll help?
Teachers, parents, people you meet online?
But all it really comes down to is you losing the same battle?
Battle?
Battle with who?
The razor?
The pills?
The loneliness?
No
The battle with yourself
The battle that you lose every fucking time.
You'll go insane eventually
You'll start to kill yourself slowly from the inside
And before you finish your body off
You'll be long dead
That feeling
This is what the feeling is
That one that you're feeling right now
This is where you're going to end
I've lost all hope
And soon you will too.
