I'm sorry but self harm isn't cowardly
you wanna know what is?
Making someone feel that way.
Making someone feel that way.
The monster in my head
Tells me he wants me dead
He makes me think so many bad things
He makes me want to bleed
I can`t help but do what he sais
As I pick up the razor
And take out the blade
I run the blade over my skin
And see the blood escape from within
Over and over again
Until the monster escapes my brain
My mind is left at ease
This escape is my disease
I feel so free and light
That's when I know everything is alright
until he is unleashed again...
only some people will understand
No one deserves to have scars made by their hand and a razor
She's
upset
Bad day
Heads for the dresser drawer to
Drive her pain away
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it there's nothing
There is only left over tears
Mom and dad had no right she screams
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.
Then she closed her eyes
Found relief in a knife
The blood flows as she cries
All alone the way she feels
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief
Bite the lip, just forget the bleeding
Bad day
Heads for the dresser drawer to
Drive her pain away
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it there's nothing
There is only left over tears
Mom and dad had no right she screams
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.
Then she closed her eyes
Found relief in a knife
The blood flows as she cries
All alone the way she feels
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief
Bite the lip, just forget the bleeding
By: Between
these trees
So I cut last night
Becasue my skin started to feel tight
Because no one was there to save me
There was no one to stop the blood fromn weeping
No one to kiss my scars
No one to pull me up from oblivion
By:IamnotasaloneasIfeel123
Becasue my skin started to feel tight
Because no one was there to save me
There was no one to stop the blood fromn weeping
No one to kiss my scars
No one to pull me up from oblivion
By:IamnotasaloneasIfeel123
long desires of cracked skin. she
cakes make-up on her face and cuts on her arms. she has a smile
that goes on for miles and an aching heart in her chest. she
doesn't bleed for him, or her, or them. she bleeds for
herself and all her sins. (k.l)
Cut Cake Not Wrists
~Bribry
~Bribry
