I'
M
Cut
Deep
And it's
Killing me
You didn't use
A knife just your
Words, but they hu
rt so much more th
an if you sliced my
Wrists up because
You've sliced my he
art into little shreds
And I'm not sure how
I'm going to put it ba
ck together this time,
but I know it will take
Awhile and through it
all I'll have to wear a pr
etty smile, like everyth
ing's ok, but we both kn
ow it's not, I'm.not at all,
but that's the price I pay
**Maybe next
Time you co
uld literally
slice my heart
from my chest
and slowly wa
tch  eme bleed
out and die, cau
se that would not
Hurt as much as
This feeling I
Have right now
But the idea of
Being without
You in any way
Hurts so much
Maybe I'll just
Use this knife
To cut away at
My own pain

Think I'm gonna stay here right?
Go on with your life
I'm fine
I'll just take it out with this knife
With your initials to fight with
Take the knife and I'll bite it
It's more dull than the words I write with
Sharpen my words with a blacksmith
Words are my blacksmith
I hope my words are worth it
Worthless words withering
Oh god I think I'm shivering
Emily Bronte's heights, Wuthering

You say I'm
Insane
Wait up
I'm in the rain
Hold up
I'm in pain
Shattered window pane
Listen to what I'm saying
I'm waiting
For you to notice me
Woe is me
Tonight

You'll believe me tonight
Tonight
I'll fight with me
Darling
My baby girl
My starling
Don't try leaving
I'm be-lieving
I'll be leaving

Love...
Love....
Love..... Please
Love me deeply
Give me your love
Before I start weeping

"I messed up"

Every

"I'm sorry"

Word

"I need to fix this"

You

"I can help"

say

"Let me apologize"

Feels

"Don't be like this"

Like

"I will understand"

A

"Trust me"

Knife

"I will find a way to control you"

To

"Talk to me"

The

"I love you"

*Gut

I let you in
And you tear right through
Just to make me regret
All the things i do

You break me down
And i Shatter all over
To make me think at one point
You were my lucky clover

Tore me apart
'Till i couldn't breathe
Gasping for air
Acknowledging that you would never grieve

If I died today
Or if i died tomorrow
You could be the cause
But that would bring no sorrow

So take my word
As you try to push back into my life
I truly hate you
And I'd come at you with a knife

The knife you came at me with
The knife that held me still
The knife that will **** you
And that shall be a thrill

So stand back
Cause now, I'm stronger
And if you don't believe me
You won't be around much longer.

yes, you were all
straight-edges and knives weren't you

until the clouds dare drift
to colder skies
you melted right before

our eyes

There's a light flickering in the attic
                                     The shutters,
                                               They creak and they clack
There's a knife in my sheath
                            There's a horror
                                                     Benea­th
                                                              ­       Where we're going
                                                                ­           there's no coming back...
                                      
               There's a terrible plot that's unfolding
                                      A machinist we may never see

Chilling shrieks and shrill screams
                                  "So much worse than my dreams."
                                                        ­       ...
                                            They're just parts now;
                                                  Silent. Company.

A killing day came,
and I led the ruby towards the gallows
but the knife pierced both I and the stone
no longer looking to better myself
I tried to survive
crying out at the blood spilling
from the word I had carved into the marks
from my fangs
Die
I had almost succeeded
in killing the poisoned chunk
of hollow mesmirism
but I had pulled out veins as well
and I died a little inside

Draw your knife swiftly
Stab white sheets that spew black blood
And carve lovely words

A knife can make their day, but end their life.

I see before me and ocean of hurt
throngs of drowning people.
Their hearts like millstones heavy
sinking into the depths.
I close my eyes to shut them out
yet the memory never leaves.
In their eyes looms a darkness
a twisted lot of shattered light.

So much loss for those to bare
the weary travelers trudge on and on
In so much darkness
we begin to forget our sight.

We lose our bearings,
we drift off course,
we flee the field,
and forsake our honor.
We shame ourselves
hiding,
cowering in the dark.

To where will this life lead
and what will it make of us?
When will the glass ships come
and where will they take us?

I see before me an endless ocean
an ocean of deep blue eyes
Vast as a heathen horde
and greater then the bluest skies.

I see the mountains crumbling
the heavens releasing their fury.
The stars falling in lines
the waters rising in waves.

The flight of the song birds
the night of the wylde.

And all through the storm
through the hurricane of steep misery,
past the edge of the knife
and the end of the rope.
The last gleam of sunlight
and the final sliver of hope.
I can see the ocean
the deep blue ocean.

It is an ocean
An ocean of misery.