Love Is A Lie

Let me state one thing,
i have but one thing to say;
this i must tell you,
then i will leave your demons at bay.

your heart is cold,
of this i know;
you tore my heart out,
broke it into pieces and used it for show.

with the name of love,
we are all players of this game;
some take it seriously,
others put it to shame.

i thought you cared,
i showed you the real me;
you hid your true side,
only showed what we "could be".

masked by the lies,
i thought were true,
hidden by scars,
that were caused by you.

my heart aches,
and my arms make puddles of sorrow;
knowing you will never help me stop,
is what makes me think i have no time left to borrow.

i do this,
because it keeps me sane;
holding the blade of fate,
to my shackles of pain.

shackles,
i can't bare to release;
when i use this rusty friend,
my soul finds some ounce of peace.

peace i have hidden,
deep within;
hidden by the scars,
scars left by sin.

yes it is wrong,
it's why i stop;
but not until,
the last of my cold blood spills, -drip drop, drip drop-

leave me here,
on my bathroom floor;
alone and cold,
you've settled the score.

leave me to bleed,
by myself: with my dangerous self;
that is dangerous enough,
leave now or grab the safety pin from the shelf.

cut my arm for me,
clean up the crimson tears;
help me to my bed,
show me there will be happy years.

years to look forward to,
to make the pain cease;
give me reason to live,
show me i can stay in one piece.

this time don't hang up,
leave me depressed: wondering why;
give me your heart,
show me love -ISN'T- a lie.