I wanna push it into my skin
Paint my cell colours of the wind
Icy pale until it sinks in
Pierce these walls and then it just stingsA slight pinch I feel in my heart
As my world is falling apart
And my feet can't hold me up
Pierce these walls just enoughFor now
Just enough
For nowI'm so tired of saying, won't you quit?
Blood is but a colour tracing my lips
And if it ran down, my arms it'll kiss
It wouldn't hurt more than thisSo why are you telling me that it gets better?
Watching your words as if you'll upset her
I know what I'm doing, I see no bliss
It wouldn't hurt more than this
It wouldn't hurt more than thisCarve a name I don't recognise
All of these letters that once brought paradise
People that brought light into my eyes
And now I'm blindI can only tell certain memories
Longing and needing and breathing
Seems so simple and deceiving, so misleadingFor now
Just enough
For nowI'm so tired of saying, won't you quit?
Blood is but a colour tracing my lips
And if it ran down, my arms it'll kiss
It wouldn't hurt more than thisSo why are you telling me that it gets better?
Watching your words as if you'll upset her
I know what I'm doing, I see no bliss
It wouldn't hurt more than this
It wouldn't hurt more than thisI could lie to you and go ahead
I don't need to wait this long
I could try it out and be brave instead
But I'm a coward and waitingFor now
Just enough
For nowI'm so tired of saying, won't you quit?
Blood is but a colour tracing my lips
And if it ran down, my arms it'll kiss
It wouldn't hurt more than thisSo why are you telling me that it gets better?
Watching your words as if you'll upset her
I know what I'm doing, I see no bliss
It wouldn't hurt more than this
It wouldn't hurt more than thisFor now
Just enough
For now
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Songs I Write | III
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 15 years old, England.