Cutting,
Oh cheering with the demons is so fun...

Your eyes,
A color I've never seen...

Let their spirits live through us.
Never let them die...

How do you recover from a night with the razor?
Hours of contemplating...

My arm is a canvas.
I paint with a knife...

I hear the strum of the guitar,
Makes me move my hips...

This might be one of the hardest things I've ever...
But seeing you with her earlier was hard too...

So here I sit wondering what to write,
All I can think of is you...

In life are we all looking for the truth?
Or something better...

Scratches,
Cuts...

You know,
we had so much...

I had to see his lifeless body lying in a casket...
She hugged me, asked if I was all right, looked...