You ignored my silent pleas
so I screamed my pain with a knife
yet I know you still wont hear me
until I end my life
even then I don't think you'll change your ways
and honestly we both need to learn how to cope
instead of turning to our addictions in order to conceal our pain

my eyes are stained the color red
from all the crying we did the day before
but today its as if we never even talked, so my wrists stung as I bled
you drunk and I cut more and more
you said we'd be a happy family again
but if you think about it, we never were
because even from way back then
the good memories are a blur

My heart cannot feel hate
for anyone besides myself
so I see why I believed your apology wasn't fake
up until you grabbed the liquor from the top shelf

I don't expect you to change your ways
I guess I can't either
so you can just call me razor blade
and I'll call you alcohol breather