Day After Day

Day after day you have made me feel like shit and then walked away,
never giving me the chance to say what i have to say,
so all of this anger and emotion bottle up inside,
i want to run but i have no where that i can hide.

Day after day you have made me turn to my razor blade,
slowly into the darkness i fade,
you used to act like you cared until you became who you are today,
for your sins you will one day pay.

Day after day you cut me down,
the scars that i make on myself is the only happiness i have found,
i do not know how much more of this i will be able to take,
i am so sick of being a fake.

Day after day you watch my tears taint my rosy cheeks,
my legs are giving out and my knees are going weak,
do you not see what you are doing to me?
or is this just simply what you love to see?

Day after day you send shivers up and down my spine,
just back away and let me take control over the life that is mine,
i am sick of that tingling sensation running through my veins,
every time i strike my wrists and throat with that razor blade.

Day after day you make me bleed,
your heart is filled with so much greed,
every time i open up my mouth to say something to you the words refuse to come out as if some tongue twister,
what does it do to you to see what you are doing to your little sister.

Day after day i kneel at the edge of my bed,
and i pray to god that i will wind up dead,
today is the last time that i am going to play this game with you,
you started on my back but your knife has slowly dug through.

Day after day you will think back and have regret,
and i will be no more tonight at sunset,
i will rise above and go onto something bigger,
i load the bullet and pull the trigger......

Day after day when i look down upon you you are laughing along with your friends,
not a care in the world that you made me put my life to an end,
there you go again taking a puff off of that joint,
getting f u c k e d out of your mind proves no point.

Day after day you continue to f u c k up someone Else's life,
into their back goes your knife,
you are hurting more people than you know,
and that is why i had to let go.

Day after day you pushed me farther over the edge,
until i finally knew that i had to be dead,
you pushed me over the brink and helped me take the plunge,
then you gave me the nudge.

Day after day you drink and drive,
but today is the day that you f u c k up your life,
i see the collision from my cloud that i am sitting on looking down upon everybody,
they tell the news reporters that no one was hurt in the crash...nobody.

Day after day you spend your life in hell,
and now to people in our community your story is left to tell,
i hope you are happy brother that you ended two peoples lives,
thats why they say never play with knives.

© Jenna Elphick
February 27, 2005