my mind's playing games
my hallucination's taunting me
he told me that he loves me
but i can't feel him touching me
guilty..guilty for all my shit
i'm left to roth, just a piece of meat
i torment myself.i scratch my skin
it hurts so much but that's my sin
it's an easy burn, can't even draw blood
but i so wish to let it gracefully flood
all over my body all over my bed
on the carpet past my imaginarry meds
red tear-brimmed eyes
left to tell the horror of the night
broke my soul in two, a quarter to me
the rest of it's darkness to you
oh dear friend, i wish i remember
the last time i smiled passed a minute
and meant all my crinckled eyes
all the tears of happiness that escaped my eyes
trapped in a prison made just for me
wish i could just get high and live
wish i could torture myself more that i already do
burn my skin with the shitty names crossing my mind
cause everything's my fault
born with a soul, nothing but mold
it's like my mind wants to fight
but mostly it just says goodnight
going to sleep, living my fantasy
the way it stops my missery
simulating my long time wish
on a bed of dead roses and on leash
leash in my thoughts, leash in my desires
why is it so wrong to wanna die younger.
younger than faith wants you to live
i never wanted this to begin
