In my eyes the cold pain rests. Its all but gone down my chest. I wait for the moon to set. So i can go through my mess. Mt family waits you see. But they dont wait for me. They know only who is fake. And thats all they see at the end of the day. thats why when i enter the room, i look down so they dont see. See my eyes which hold thy pain so now you understand why I'm going insane.
khristinafaye2006
Why do these cuts define me?
They twist, control, and bind me.
Inside of me there's a raging war,
It all began with the skin I tore.
All this pain within myself,
Released with scissors of the shelf.
The craziness inside my head,
Is matched with all the blood I shed.
I have to watch myself bleed,
It's become an unbearable need.
I'm not smart, pretty, or thin,
So I have to make marks on my skin.
I'll bleed forever for sollace,
My own corrupted death kiss.
I'll visit and flirt with suicide,
To make the pain within subside.
