There's sadness in my bones
Rotting away at my soul
Tears fall like acid rain
Burning my face
with ashened skin frail and flaky
The idea crosses my mind
a thin line won't make that much of a deal
I don't typically cross lines
Especially those I set myself
I miss the feeling of the cold blade
The sharpness of the edge
Rest against my damp skin
The urge to feel gripes at my weaknesses
I have desires unmet with guilt
Drink after drink
Lie after lie
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
There's sadness in my bones
Rotting away at my soul
Tears fall like acid rain
Burning my face
with ashened skin frail and flaky
The idea crosses my mind
a thin line won't make that much of a deal
I don't typically cross lines
Especially those I set myself
I miss the feeling of the cold blade
The sharpness of the edge
Rest against my damp skin
The urge to feel gripes at my weaknesses
I have desires unmet with guilt
Drink after drink
Lie after lie