Back against the wall, lights off, door locked and Black Veil Brides blasting through the stereo.

It's just a empty room right?

Wrong look in the corner, no not the one with the light, the one where it's pitch black.

Now look closely do you see her, the girl who's all alone.

No?

Then pay closer attention, her head is burried in between her knee's and her body's violently shaking from the sobs that betray her.

Shes crying from the pain .

Pain she's endured for so long.

Its gotten to her.

The words they spit at her, the looks of disqueste, the fights with her parents that seem to be getting worse.

She doesn't know what to do anymore she's tried it all drugs,self harm,music,writing!

Anything that might stop or at least help the pain she feels.

The girl lifts her head and stares at the ground next to her.

To the right of her is a razor and to the left is a rope.

She grabs the razor and runs it across her leg.

Its deep, the cut, deeper than the rest.

She wipes some of the blood on her hand and writes on the wall.

IM SORRY IM USELESS

Now with tears running down her face she grabs the rope and ties it to the ceiling fan.

She steps on a chair and slowly puts the rope around her neck.

She wipes her eyes and whispers I'm  sorry before stepping off the chair.

Dancing slowly in an empty room
A razor as my partner
It bows
I curtsy
Dancing slowly in an empty room
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
My partner takes my wrists
I shut my eyes as red drips onto the dance floor
Dancing slowly in an empty room
My blood is pounding in my head
My partner spins me around
My thoughts are swirling around and they won't stop
Dancing slowly in an empty room
Red spreading pooling around our feet
My feet start to slip and
The floors are painted red
Laying dead in an empty room
The razor lays cradled in my hand
The white dress is now red
The dance is over.

She had never felt closer to numbness
Than when that razor was against her skin
She had never felt closer to happiness
Than when she was by his side
Once he took her razors away
She had to find something else to lean on
He whispered "pick me, I'll never let you fall"
She hesitated
But then she fell in love

I'd be a butterfly,
For Heaven's sake.
The kind that Noah forgot to take.
But still survived The Flood...
In your eyes.
I'd build a boat.
Out of your ribcage,
To set the birds free.
You heard me!
Butterflies?
**** butterflies,
I got birds inside me.
No.
What I have to say,
comes from the rip chord
of my razor blades.
Waiting my whole life
for that rubber band
to snap back.

Thank God for my destruction.
Thank God for my ruble.
Because tree's
grow out of the sides
of stone cold mountains.
That have been blown up
by the rough hands
of people mining for gold.

And people set forest fires
on purpose.
To get rid of the dead stuff.
So new things can grow.
And Sometimes.
I pick the plants.
Just to see how much dead stuff
I can accumulate,
before I set myself on fire.
And when I do,
I swear to God.
I'll be an empty notebook.
So you can cover me with lines.
The good kind.
That come from your pencil.
Cause we don't have to roll up
dollar bills
to see the moon, anymore.

A horrid jealousy invades my heart
because I can't accept the harsh reality
that I am not yours,
A flood of tears sweeps my outer soul
and I recognize my non-existence
as the razor is pushed deeper;
inserted directly into
my soft, tangle of emotions.
You hang my heart on a leash
and drag it on the ground.
But why do you lead me on?
only to melt sugar in the rain,
Look at you...
knotting my stomach
and withering my soul.
Why can't I let go?
Maybe if I cared more
about myself than I do you.
But I don't.

After our separation
All I have is remembrance
The sound of your voice
In my memories telling me
If we break up I'll fly to heaven
To find you I'm ready
To leave the earth
The razor kissed my veins
My blood flow
My soul fly
My heart stops
In the far-faraway
Sounds of yells screaming my name
they're sorry and dissolve into tears
& here you are

whispering in my ear :
*I'm still here , I never going to fly to heaven without you , come back to me , we don't care about your parents anymore , don't let me all alone in this earth , please I forgive you for your mistake

Is it love?
When you start writing her name with a razor instead of a pen,
is it still love?

You are as sharp as a knife
When some aren't careful, you could cause them their life
So dangerous yet so fragile and used every day
In the shower, on a hook across from me, you lay

You make me soft as a cloud
Or make me cry out load
You don't last more than 2 weeks
And for the girls that might forget you, get called freaks

So let's please make a deal
And let me express what I feel
If I hold you every night before bed
Don't make my arms and legs turn red