I have an addiction
Oh how i wish it was a work of fiction
I cannot wait to feel my blade
Every time it touches my skin i feel saved.
Sweet bliss, until i am entranced
Twisting, turning, and weaving. Our dance.
We speak only to each other.
Not caring for any other.
Alone, but not alone, with our toxic love.
It makes me feel whole
When i am alone
And i have no home
And live in isolation
It is but a small trade, take and give some.
What is blood and pain,
When you want to be saved?
What sacrifice is too much
When all you want is to be loved.
Toxicity doesn’t matter
When you just want to stop getting sadder.
I CANT
I CANT STOP
THE BLADE
ITS TOO MUCH
THE BLOOD IS ALL AROUND ME
FALLING FALLING
DRENCHING THE GROUND
I NEED HELP
The liquid, it makes a repulsive sound.
AHHHHHHHHHH
ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
raining raining
we all come back another day
Help meeeee
The insanity is CONTROLLING my brain!
I’m not sure if i already said this
But I’m going IIIINSAAAANEEEE
HA HA HA
I’m gone . . .
But not for long!!!
How can i truly be gone
When this pain just keeps c-c-c-cutting
me . . . off
HA the sky is full
But love is bull
And affection is null
While my mind i duel.
Obsession, Depression
Are wondrous traits.
One will bleed love
The other, hate
There i am, in the hellish hearts
Tortured in agony, becoming art.
Please just
. . .
Just leave me alone
. . .
Alone in the dark
Alone with my heart.
How shattered,
With blood splattered
Crimson on my skin, I’ve been slathered
Trying to put back the pieces that have been scattered.
Am i sane?
Am i still in control of my brain?
Sometimes i feel on charge, the leader.
Other times i feel weak
Looking through my eyes like windows, watching meekly.
Is music an escape?
From my pain?
Is it too late?
Have i lost my brain?
I just want to see the stars.
I wrote this awhile ago, and i just recently stumbled upon it.