standing on a cliff
one step forward
two miles down...

here we go again
sitting on my own
crying in the shower
same old sad tone

razor blade passion
calling my name
far in my thoughts
fasting my fat frame

all these words
rushing in my brain
i write them down on paper
to deal with my pain

little slug
lived his life
thinking he was a snail
until a man came along
ripped off his shell
and covered him in salt

i built a house on flower petals
the voices grew high around me
winter, spring, fire, fall,
the plants withered in the summer heat

the vines grew high around me
i tried to find a pattern but
the plants withered in the summer heat
my home was just funeral pie and soot

i tried to find a pattern but
there was too much to see
my home was just funeral pie and soot
my vision burned all i could be

there was too much to see
but my tears can feed my daughter's field
my vision burned down all i could be
but the future will not be forsaken

Just get over it
That's what they all say
You have a good life
You aren't depressed, you're just whiny

Oh, that's right
It's in the past
Because the gleaming eyes of a too-old man
Dark rooms out of the family's sight
The way you can't live without those sick memories
It's all in the past, right?

You were a young saint
A little boy with nothing to lose
But his too-big hands and his too-wide smile
Ripped your white angel wings from your back
And pressed your fragile body
Ever harder to the mattress

It's been almost a decade but you don't forget
Like the way America has not forgotten
September 11th
They remember 2500 lost lives
But you're not allowed to mourn your own?

"They" is just another pronoun
But you know exactly who I mean
The bitter faces that turned away from you
Accusations of lies on their tongue
When all you needed was someone to be there

Forget them
You've grown and changed and you are not one of them
They need to get the **** over it
Not you
You're strong
You're unique

You're alive

she's proud og herself but she won't tell you why
it has now been a month since last she even tried
but they voices won't stop today she still won
she put down her razor and put down that gun

after hours of thinking to herself
she goes and picks up her old friend from the shelf
overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades
and disposes her devils, drops the charade

for the first time in a while her lips crack to a smile
this wont be easy but in the end it will be worthwhile
her cuts will turn to scars and those scars will fade
and this makes her feel stronger she's no longer afraid

A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silverblade
Against a wrist
Tears falling down
To lips unkissed
Ignore her
and she wont exist
Shes not the kind
Youll come to miss

Im alive
But i feel dead
Im choking
On my own breath

Im myself
But still someone else
Deciding who to be
Is a living hell

All these things
All this stuff
It ruins me
It fills me up

Im burning down
Im tearing up
Just take it away
Please make it stop