This pain is a pill that’s hard to swallow yet its become my daily perception
The pain I my medicine
My addiction my adrenaline.
And as I slid across the blade
Blood splatters dancing across the bathroom floor
Drip
        Drip
                Drip
They sing my song of pain
Self loathing Self hate.
i know it wrong but it feels so right
the only time i get to feel
the only time i get to heal
or so it seemed
I don’t know 
i have this need to make me bleed.
but i like that pain
it makes me feel like all is forgiven
it has that kind of driven
it used to be a cry for help
but now it’s just a way to feel