rumble,
tumble,
great big bear,
i know he is,
hiding there,
scratching clawing,
great big bear?
do you know where he's hiding?
where?
under the sheets,
he waits for me,
to growl and claw,
at my feet,
i wake up with marks,
all over my body.
rumble tumble,
do not stumble,
i'm too far away,
to hear you're screams,
you claim the marks aren't from him,
aren't from me,
lightning flash,
thunder crash,
hold my hand,
don't get scratched,
rumble tumble,
i watched her stumble,
she has her own bear under her sheets,
cry and ask why,
why big bear,
must you claw at me?

The pierce of a blade never felt so good, a rush of blood.. no one thought I would.
I'm past the emotions and the tears, sick of the fighting and my fears.
All this time I've wrote these songs, my life has been following right along.
I write my future, my present, and past, I didn't think the end would come this fast. But now I lie here on the floor, wondering if I could've done something more.
Anything to prevent this tragic end, maybe if I could rely on a friend?
But it's hard to talk when they won't understand, or say that they'll help cuz they think that they can
No one could save me from this darkness inside, it won't go away cuz lord knows I've tried.
Let me fade from this world with no remorse, or fall asleep inside my pale white corpse.
Whichever suits your afterlife thoughts, just be sure to visit where my body rots. And be happy for me cuz I've finally broke free, from this painful life of misery.

Three months of me,
Stealing your razor blades,
From your pencil case,
Because blood,
Doesn't stain sheets,

Not on my watch.

I opened them up just slightly, then in haste I departed
there creases and all that was inside spilt upon the floor.
I learnt from my first mistake, this wasn't the first time I had
opened one up. But the realization over took my needing and
what was within expelled so much held within,
mistaking what was and now spilt on the surroundings.

The next time I emptied them gently in to the tub,
I was slightly strange but I preferred to cut two open then
miss them in essence, I was hungry for what they had to give
and once I had my fill I discarded then to the side lingering
in a mess of what once was and what was partly tasted
sodden in the essence I had partaken to envelope them both in.

A few days later I had a taste for something different,
so I delved my knife into it. So seductive to watch
it break upon the skin, I scraped upon it and I licked
the knife like it was a lolly pop weeping essence on
my tongue. Then I spread it on the other then I lacerated
cutting it with a blunt knife, lusting the feel on my palm.

Do you know how long it takes to cut deep with a blunt
instrument. Time, and I adored the pleasure of the misery that
I felt when I finally ****** through from front to aft. I put the
blade down, and that piece that had became singular was now
digested within myself and it was salty going down. I ******
cereal every morning the aroma when descending exquisite.

First

mere faint lines,

Adding pressure

gradually,

Over time,

Causing skin

to redden

scratch,

Then

cut

bleed,

heal

scar.....

What are these bodies, these
limbs, giving up their sap
and heat? Who decides
who dies, who lives?

What is cut down is
cut down, and
bereft children
grow in their place.

"You're a failure."
I cry at her words.
"You're just a stupid *****."
I cry again.
"He doesn't love you."
I nod in agreement.
"You're a mistake."
I nod again.
"You should be punished."
I cut.
"You deserve pain and misery."
I cut again.
"You don't deserve to live."
Silence.
"Finally decided to listen to me?"
Silence again.
"Hello?"
"Are you there?"
"Don't leave me!"
My reflection went quiet.
She cried...
She agreed...
She cut...
And she died because of me.