Twisting and turning in the darkness as I move and...
I feel like Alice in the rabbit hole, with shapes...
I can feel it in my soul
slipping loss of self control...
I know these demons that haunt you,
That live inside you...
It's Been 6 Years,
Since I Last Used A Blade...
I am nothing,
Not smart or pretty...
Beneath the earth,
I've been born of stone...
You act like you care
You pretend your there...
What is a home? What is a family?
In my life, it seems, that both are absentees...
The blood
seeps out of my wrist...
The feeling of the knife slitting my wrist,
all the pain it feels good but hurts at the same...
The fire in my soul burns,
to where I cant feel no more...
I feel the heat of flames
Of blame...