I wait in your room,
Until you decide to be free.
And you burst through the doors,
Searching for me.
You open the drawers,
Looking through everything.
Until you look on the floor,
When you hear a high “kling”.
You go grab a towel,
And then you pick me up.
You begin to cry,
Cuz I’m the only thing you trust.
You hold me tight,
Then you start to dig in.
You’re addicted to the feeling,
Of me slicing through your skin.
You think you’re in control.
But really it’s me.
You think you’ve escaped,
But with me you’ll never be free.
Ofcourse it feels good,
Getting rid of the pain.
But you’re still always crying,
You’re tears fall like the rain.
I hate being locked away,
That’s why I like.
That I have a good friend like you,
To hold me tight.
When you’re at school,
I’m super lonely.
I can’t wait til you get home,
Searching for me.
