Your words piece my skin and torture my soul

by Silouette Dreams   Jun 30, 2005


God how can she talk to me?
Like nothing was ever said
Yet last night,Like any night
I cried myself to bed

And her words come back to cut me
They are banging in my head
She talks as if she's okay
But my soul is dead

My skin is getting itchy
My head is getting numb
The knife comes out of the box
I slit my wrist to my thumb

Blood is dripping down the floor
I can't get it to stop
I hear the faint drumming
Like, plop plop

I smile to myself
I almost forgot how
Because the pain you caused me
Knew me much to well

I don't wanna tell anyone
They don't understand
They act like nothings wrong
Can't reach my demands

I stop for a second
And think about my boy
I turn around and try to find
He gave me this toy

I hug it close
As I stop my breathing
I'll take that animal to heaven
I'll get God to bless him

I miss my baby boy
But he probably hates me
Like every buddy else
So God please take the

And send me up to heaven
Tell the angels that I'm no fear
I already know what hell is like
Because that is how I'm living

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