some call it crazy
some say it's sick
but i think it's freedom
some say it's a sin
just a little to risqué
but it helps to release the pain
that i go though every day
-
the blade is sharp and cold
as it runs across my skin
leaving me to ponder
and decide how deep i cut in
the icy chill running down my spine
makes me feel at ease
i no longer feel like a coward
fucking up on everything with
every breath i breath
but some days i want to stop
feeling like everything is wrong
trying to let go of the blade
sometimes i can but not for long
it's like i'm addicted to the pain
the feeling taking refuge in my veins
leaving me confused and alone
wiping at the streaked tear that seem to be stained
burned into my skin forever
sometimes i just want to hurt all over
to scream at the top of my lungs until they break
i want to escape from my sadness
it's taking over me
why can't i just rest?
why won't it let me be?
i just want to be free
