Sadness is a razor
Uncertanty marks my arms
Dissapointment carved my thighs
But the crimson is so beautiful
When all you want is to die

My arms cry for a breakup
My legs for being unwanted
New skin where the old used to be
Your body is now haunted

But the scars have a certain beauty
Be it from razor, needle, or knife
They show that you were strong enough
To not give up on life

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "

Palms of suction home,
Irresistible beauty—
Drinking deep surface.

Faint memories of you from years ago
Not the best, full of anger and hate
Two people who were supposed to love each other
Unconditionally, always and forever
At each other’s necks, murderous.
He wouldn’t fall for it, her controlling nature.
Three children together, part of a broken home
Never knew the love of a real family
Stuck with the bitterness of a lonely mother
Without the presence of a father figure

She lost hope, dated only men she could control
Lied to the children, told them their father left
That he no longer cared for them,
Didn’t want to be in their life any more.

But he told them things would get better
That he’d try to be there
Making money was hard
Paying a greedy person ever harder.
But it’s I who sees the family falling apart
Mother is getting married to a man she can control
Letting him control and taunt us
Denying us what we need, greedy, spoiling herself

Home is where the heart is but her heart isn’t here