this is about an urge I had tonight...
5/13/2005, 8:46 PM
I want to write what I feel,
I can't seem to find the words that are real,
Urged to open up my skin,
Grab the glass sink it in,
Afterwards feel the warmth of the cuts,
What a beautiful sensational rush,
When is it going to be enough?
Shaken hands I can't write,
Thoughts pour in my sight,
Cuts ooze,
Scars pink,
Everything erased,
No time to think,
Will I make it through tonight?
Will another day come my way?
My tears slip down my face,
Who will find me when I've lost my place?
Sighs a minuet pass on by,
Maybe tonight I will die,
Slice to deep,
Cut to long,
Lay on the floor,
I'll bleed to death,
Find my peace in some paradise.
Trying to close the picture's out,
Should I stand up and shout?
Does anyone care what this is all about?
It's been a week I'm still afraid,
I hope I can make it till 2 weeks,
Recovering is all that I'm ready to seek.