Wednesday, June 6, 2007.
written on my wrist in a form of art
just to show myself how much i've
broken myself apart
my friends all yell at me to just stop
they don't know how addicting it truly is
you can't just put the razors away and be done with it
That's when the puzzle was finally pieced
We compromised until our bodies seized
To some we seem like colder creatures well
We were warm until we went to hell
Part my ribs like the sea and change me
'cause stone doesn't beat
and rock hearts don't pump anything
but I've grown not to mind because at least
stone doesn't sling like blood
or spill like guts across the floor
where the bloodsuckers want more and more and more
Sometimes the happiest people you know
are the saddest people you will ever meet.
I don't tell anyone about this pain i'm feeling,
i don't want to bring them down with me.
each scrap in my skin releaves the anger.
this razor has seen the worst of me.
everyday is harder to get through,
and i'm running out of happiness.
Something's amissing.