The razor is my paintbrush
The canvas my wrists
who knew cutting would be my bliss?
It's the storm no one expects
that causes the most damage
I wish things were different
but this is how it must be
this life wasn't meant for me
People say the devil isn't human
but he's as real as you and me
he doesn't have horns
or hide under beds
he's simply the voice in your head
that says you're damaged, fractured and broken
to far gone to be saved
he plants a seed of hatred
and then watches it grow.
You know you're worthy of something
but what
you just don't know
I'll do anything to end these thoughts
but i wake up into nightmares
and know i'm better off, asleep
I sleep more than I breath
I cry more than I speak
I'm never content
I fly too high
or crash too hard
Drink a bottle
Pop a pill
Smoke week
As long as you have drugs
it's all you'll ever need