The feeling of the blade running across your skin.
The blood dripping down your legs, and arms.
The numb feeling going all over your body.
Is that what you wanted in the first place.
Not to feel your pain.
Also not having those horrible thoughts in your mind.
After awhile those thoughts will come back with bigger urges...

I will rip my veins apart
and then my mind will be at peace
for a while

My wrist will pour blood
I need it to bleed
or bead

I am counting the seconds
till this can happen
5..4..3..2..1..

I am now content
with the results
but I'm getting dizzy

I can hear sirens
the sound is getting stronger
is it coming for me?


(lcb)

The blood that bleeds
It bleeds and leaks
Emotions pour out
Releases the doubt
Down your arm
Its calling out
That shiny blade
It screams and screams
LET ME OUT
Your cares and dreams
Wanna shout
Take me out
Push me in
Deeper and deeper
Your getting weaker
You can't refuse
Nothing to lose
Emotions drain
With every slice
Feeling alive
For that pain
You can't deprive
And when it dries
You cry and cry
You see that blade
Calling out
CUT THE PAIN AWAY
Just breakout
Checkout of life
Slice to bleed
Bleed to slice
Roll the dice
Take a chance
Stop the pain
Of sharp romance
Another way
Not today
Its no coincidence
Its confidence
Believe
Not in a crisp blade
In chances and life
DROP THE KNIFE
Its not your friend
This is the beginning
That's the end

That one guy who you thought loved you.
Just broke your heart.
He said that you'd be together forever.
Forever must be a very short time.
You loved him so very much.
He just up and left you.
Without even saying goodbye.
You'd die for him.
You committed suicide.
Not knowing...
There was another boy.
That watched you.
Because he thought you were beautiful.
He knew that your old boyfriend was going to hurt you.
He would do anything for you to be here.
He didn't even get the chance.
To say he loved you.
"I loved you. You just up and left me, without even saying goodbye." Said the boy.

I have a glass heart
That bleeds red
But sees the living
And the dead

A fragile funhouse mirror
That reflects the world
With exaggerations
Distortions and misperceptions

A window that takes light in
And lets weirdness look out

A soul that doesn’t always know
What it is singing about
Whether it is a mournful dirge
Or a celebratory hymnal

The glass is cracked
On its way to shattering
Held together with glue
And love
Waiting for the breaking
But loving the unending bending
And mending of this fragile glass
Wonder

Do you know what you are to me
You are my family
Like a brother to me
Why can’t you stop and see
That what they want you to believe
It’s like a terminal disease

The orange flower blooms with pain
****** fire will destroy our youths and then
Were back at Vietnam
With crying parents holding
Their young and dying children

And if the veil of time is torn
If the loom that weaves fate is shorn
Cut clean to the core of my bone
Then I may not make it home

Cause the bombs that hit Nagasaki
The mushroom death at Hiroshima
Was just another destruction
Of the long separated but Japanese
Family to me

And when the natives cried for help
When we stretched our wretched ourselves
To cross the oceans and find a better home
Did we have to **** our native kin
When they could have been more than friends
We could have treated them like family

It’s the dark cycle that seems to follow
When we make ourselves hollow
With distinctions like race and creed
Make the media forget or deny our history
Then the bullets fire and the bombs drop
And all those hateful crimes never stop
Makes us monsters killing our foreign family

When my gut starts bursting
From the blue button up shirt
That my friend just bought me
And Walking a few blocks
Leaves me wheezing
Well at least I know that I’m alive

When I nick the tip of my chin
Barely piercing my aging skin
And a tiny droplet starts falling
Then at least I know I am alive

When I bust my knee
From falling upstairs
While I’m trying to run
Tripping up like
Your two year old son
Well at least I know I am alive

When my vision blurs
And my back cracks
Like I got a pair of spurs
Clacking and smacking
Pop, snap, crackling
Like a bowl of rice crispies
Causing a severe state of pain
At least I know I am alive

When my brother and best friend
Go doing that grave dancing
Dirt napping coffin trapping trend
I will cry to see them die
But at least I will know that I am alive

When my memories start to go
Till I don’t know
Who you are
Or where I am
And I forget my brilliant
Exit plan
Losing the best of what I was
And not what I am
Well, **** man
If the Alzheimer’s kicks in
I won’t be able to remember
What I was just saying
So, put me on that morphine drip
Let my consciousness mist up and slip away
Cause on that day
I’m not going to say
At least I am alive