I need a knife
To cut me open and see what's wrong with my heart.
Why does it feel so empty?
No happiness, no sadness, just nothing.
Give me a blade to tear me apart and see what's wrong with my mind.
Why am I so unstable?
In those moments, I try to scream but I can't.
I need a knife to cut me open and free my words.
'Cause I only do stupid shit.
I just wanna drown myself in alcohol, parties, sex and drugs.
Anything to get past this feeling of emptiness.
A call for help? A desperate need to feel something?
I need a blade to cut me open and understand my thoughts.
But I know, even if I find this blade to cut me open,
I'll find nothing at all.
Just blood, and blood ,and nothing else.
30-09-2026
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