This sweet addiction
Its wonderful bliss
All i have to do is take the razor
And slit my wrist
its easy you see, simple as that
As the liquid flows down its crimson with black
Its easy to cut, its easy to bleed
As I take my razor
And cut willingly
It dosent hurt long,colors fuzz in + out
Everything becoems a blur
Theres no scream, no shout
All this muss + fuss that it hurts so bad
It dosent hurt much and doesnt help the sad
I know all about the addiction I have
I used to be one of you who thought cutting was useless and wrong
All the things that ive done for o- so long
Ive cut them away with all of the shame
You cant help me at all
Just sit and watch as I fall
Nothing can get me to climb down
Not when im this close to the ground
World is spinning
My life is ending
All of the blood poured around
As I lay motionless on the ground
Pool of blood
My wrist cut deep
My neighborhood
Is all around me
Saying things and whisperings
Frowning at my site
Everyone else has the chilled feelings
And looks of fright
Look at where my addiction got me
Im in heaven right?
wrong, guess again
Last time I checked
My name was at the top
Of my own hit list
Nothing seems wrong when you slit your wrist
Atleast til your lifes at an end
Then it seems as if you had a chance
You would never do it again
Cause its just and addiction
Not a plan!
-few! this took time and a lot of feelings to write hope you enjoyed.
