I'm on edge, life on the brink.
This feeling I feel I must rethink.
What does it mean?
Just some teenage attention scene?
I feel loss, grief.
Its getting beyond belief.
I've been to hell before.
It was a time when blood would pour.
I got out, escaped the devil.
Ran away from the pain at the top of the level.
Gentle tears strike to come out.
Lonely inside and love without.
My soul is not returning.
Trapped in this fire of dead love burning.
I want to sleep forever and ever.
So desperate, I'll love whosoever.
Scars is all I hold now,
Its all I have, so I'll take a bow.
You'd never guess by the way I can be.
That my heart is locked and not free.
And wounds bleed every day and night.
The blood runs out deep, red and bright.
Pouring and pouring from my veins.
Trying to unlock my hearts locked chains.
Tortured soul within me now.
I hid the blade and that is a vow.
Safer for a while.
Though I do hide behind this smile.
& the bright happy colors that bear what I wish to be.
But when I look in the mirror I know its not me.
If I did see myself in the mirror,
A dead girl before my eyes & that is so much clearer.
