There's a sharp Peice of metal And it is staring at me With such intensity It makes me sink Into my skin
The metal Is dull And lifeless But it contains Great power Over me And my thoughts
Most would not think Of this metal The way I do And they would not fear it Or wish it to bring Harm to them But I do
I have learned to Need the metal And I have lost All willpower To control my impulses And I can't think clearly When I see that peice of metal Sitting oh, so innocently Staring at me
she hurts herself she cries her tears it's nothing compared to the pain inside her cold heart
she lies useless defeated as depression takes another blow she's numb, feeling nothing after all she's used to it every day is the same she hurts and she breaks
but she'll sew herself up again just long enough to last until she can take no more