Do you see the tears in my eyes
Or my trembling lips?
Do you see my blood soaked bangs
Or the scars etched upon my hips?
The
pain is hidden well
And yet my heart still thrums with pain.
My eyes drip with scarlet misery
But my bangs curtain my shame.
My scars tear open
Against my shredded jeans.
The stitches rip away,
Blood tattooed along the seams.
Do you see the maroon stained fabric
That kisses my torn skin?
Do you see the bloody
snowflakes Traced upon my shins?
Those snowflakes glitter
Laced with a crimson dew.
Do you see my pretty snowflakes
That I carved just for you?
The Cutting Edge
Its the cutting edge
Its the trend now
Incisions it makes
As happiness fades away
All hopes and fears are now lost
Inside a dying
soul Sweet crimson weeps
Sour heart turns cold
The razor poses as a door
A door wide open
The only way out
So inviting it is
So make use of the door
Carve some more
A blushing liquid trickles
Pain isn't felt
Just relief
Away soul, melt
Pray that we stay alive
Or pray that we dye in time
The pain we give we gave to our
self No other way
To stop the out side pain
but
Cut, cut away
The days of the week go by so fast
One day is a month of pain
But
don’t fear soon we will be asleep
Light at the end of the hall call for use
Don’t cry for me you never cared
Cry for your self you made me dead
Time to see where I belong heaven or hell
God gave me life I took it away
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