It courses through my veins,
and so I let it out.
By now it fills my heart,
I can not scream or shout.
It drips on to the floor.
Is it real? Is it not?
They cancel out each other,
Where do they end?
Where do they start?
The pain that cuts into my arm
cuts across my heart,
it makes the other disappear.
When will it end?
When will it start?
The only thing that makes it better,
seems to be more pain.
And so I slice into myself,
again, again, again.
It never leaves and stays away
It’s always back for more.
What will I do? I can not stop,
It’s always there, it’s in my heart.
And so I lay there,
all alone,
that’s the end,
no one’s home.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 3:32 AM UTC
It courses through my veins,
and so I let it out.
By now it fills my heart,
I can not scream or shout.
It drips on to the floor.
Is it real? Is it not?
They cancel out each other,
Where do they end?
Where do they start?
The pain that cuts into my arm
cuts across my heart,
it makes the other disappear.
When will it end?
When will it start?
The only thing that makes it better,
seems to be more pain.
And so I slice into myself,
again, again, again.
It never leaves and stays away
It’s always back for more.
What will I do? I can not stop,
It’s always there, it’s in my heart.
And so I lay there,
all alone,
that’s the end,
no one’s home.
i went through a very dark period when i was younger, im much diffrent now, but i wanted to see what kind of feed back i could get on my old dark stuff
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