It’s a lonely feeling, the feeling like you want to die
It is not something you tell people, but something to hide
Life is precious and exciting, but what a cruel lie
For the things I’ve seen and been through is nothing to try
I cut to release the pressure building inside
It helps for a while, but comes back double in size
The deeper the cut the more it goes
But the deeper the cut, the more it flows
The scars are not beautiful, they scream my desire
If only I was brave enough to cut a little wider
The blood will flow and cannot be stopped
I will be free but at such a massive cost
The black hole that sits in my soul
Devours the life of happiness I’m told
God does not love me
God does not care
Maybe I will feel more at home in the land of despair
I’ll be accepted by the ones who have gone before me
The cowards who have chosen the hanging tree
Made for people who have done nothing but be
I’ll suffer, but I won’t suffer alone
I guess that’s better than being unknown…
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
It’s a lonely feeling, the feeling like you want to die
It is not something you tell people, but something to hide
Life is precious and exciting, but what a cruel lie
For the things I’ve seen and been through is nothing to try
I cut to release the pressure building inside
It helps for a while, but comes back double in size
The deeper the cut the more it goes
But the deeper the cut, the more it flows
The scars are not beautiful, they scream my desire
If only I was brave enough to cut a little wider
The blood will flow and cannot be stopped
I will be free but at such a massive cost
The black hole that sits in my soul
Devours the life of happiness I’m told
God does not love me
God does not care
Maybe I will feel more at home in the land of despair
I’ll be accepted by the ones who have gone before me
The cowards who have chosen the hanging tree
Made for people who have done nothing but be
I’ll suffer, but I won’t suffer alone
I guess that’s better than being unknown…