four blinks, to ensure myself of my surroundings
my jeans seemed cold and unsure of it belongings
inside, lay metal even colder then my denim
even sharper then your punishing words
even more sickening then your venom

quick twitch and a deep breath...
I look up but can't hold up my head;
in the sink I see red.
my mom, she's asleep in the next room
but I'm here sweeping up my feelings with an emotional broom

I dont remember why I did this?
but my wrists sure do remember
you see, I did this cause I thought I'd feel better
instead I'm here with regret I have to clean up before morning

cause If I didn't, they'd know
know I'm crazy, know I'm sick
know that beneath this skin lay a blade of its own
ready to burst out and find a new home
in you, you inconsiderate *****