I've tried to control it,
Absolve the pain inside me.
I coulnd't take it,
I couldn't take myself,
Now I fucked up again.
These once pure and innocent arms
Which clutched my favorite teddy bear
Find themselves now deformed once again.
Shards of glass yet again spill my life
Crimson tears seep through the wounded flesh.
Forget the promises I made
I live for and through my own pain.
Inflicted by myself or others
This is the cross I must bear.
Fuck you people who judge me for this
You don't know shit about the things in my head.
It's my own problem, my own sin, my own punishment.
It's my blood, my life, my arm and razor
This is who I am and how I deal with sadness.
I hurt no one but myself,
Isn't that good enough for you all?
These demons which plague my head,
Have been with me when no one else was.
It'll be with me today and for the rest of my days
These wounds, these battle scars,
These manifestations of sorrow.
|These manifestations of sorrow|
i like how you ended it..i can feel the rage within it all...good job..