Your blood drips down as you cry
your sitting, wondering why
your life is so horrible
you miserable little twit
you cant stand the hell you live in
but have you ever really been to hell?
People dont understand you
nobody likes you
you push them away cause all they do is destruction
they cant help you
they cant save you
you are lost in this oblivion
why why why?
Quick!
run to the hell you call home
go to your safe room
turn on your music and drown in you blood
the shining blade washed in crimson red
a small slit across your wrist
now you fell better
and cry away your sorrows
Deeper and deeper the slit goes
now you sit next to your body
now you feel at home
you can truly see the darling demons you speak of
you can truly feel the pitiful pain crawling up your back
but oh how you wish you were in the hell you called home
But its too late now
you cant go back
the ailing demons are you only hope
the pain is the only thing to rock you to sleep
now you can truly call the screaming hell your home
