Everyday around quarter past three,
You burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden from your mother while you are away,
Hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
And runs off the ends of your fingertips,
What possesses humans to act like this,
To scream, cry & cut their wrists,
But for now my job is clear,
The reason that I was brought here,
To relieve the pain,
To sit by the window and watch the rain,
Up until around quarter past three,
When you burst into the bathroom searching for me...

We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the many red lines

It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out our screams
As well as our fears

It gives us relief
We need the sensation
But we keep it a secret
We hate the attention

Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But we do it anyway
Because we're tired of hurting

Some call us ******
But we know they're all wrong
They all know what to be
We don't know where we belong

We hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
Our loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen

We try to act fine
So no one'll know
But sometimes we slip
And the cracks begin to show

As tears run down my face,
I realized I have made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
I'm trying to hold on.
But the pain,
The pain's too strong.
The bloods running down my wrist,
My eyes are going shut.
But I'm trying to hold on,
But something is going very wrong.
I don't even know why I did it,
It started with a razor and a few little cuts.
But became addictive and I cut to much,
Now I'm laying on my bed.
Wishing I could just go back,
As the world disappears and everything goes black.

Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is like fire but quick
Some say that it's a sin
Just a little to much to risk
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
And decide how deep I cut in
The icy chill running down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
******* up on everything with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can.. but not for long
It's like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt all over
To scream at the top of my lungs until I break
I want to escape from my sadness
It's taking over me
Why can't I just rest
Why won't it let me be
I just want to be free

I am Bisexual yes it is true.
          I am Bisexual, How about you?
          I am Bisexual, I was once Confused.
          I am Bisexual, and I am amused.
          I am Bisexual, I am not gay and I am not straight.
          I am Bisexual, and you are free to hate.
          I am Bisexual, I like boys and girls.
          I am Bisexual, I like you with or without your fancy pearls.
          I am Bisexual, and I care about personality.
          I am Bisexual, who cares your nationality?
          I am Bisexual, so what?
          I am Bisexual, go ahead and say what the ****?

Oh how at night it eats me

How you probably hold her the way you held me

How you treat her as you treated me

It's eating at me

How she is taking the place that should be me

How could you let her is really the question?

How could you forget me that easy?

Us girls, we get mad at the girls often to easily

But in this twisted reality. It's you. The boy I thought I loved.

You're the ****** up one

And soon

Everyone else will see