These are the thoughts that burn within,
This is what brings a blade to my skin.
My mind is yelling,
My eyes are swelling,
"I'm fine" my mouth is telling.
It's two A.M and I'm alone,
My heart feels as cold as stone.
I scream I cry I punch a wall,
Nothing helps, nothing at all.
I have nothing to say, to talk about,
When I cut there's no blood, I have run out.
These were the thoughts that burned within,
I am dead, I let my demons win.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
These are the thoughts that burn within,
This is what brings a blade to my skin.
My mind is yelling,
My eyes are swelling,
"I'm fine" my mouth is telling.
It's two A.M and I'm alone,
My heart feels as cold as stone.
I scream I cry I punch a wall,
Nothing helps, nothing at all.
I have nothing to say, to talk about,
When I cut there's no blood, I have run out.
These were the thoughts that burned within,
I am dead, I let my demons win.