2005-02-22 - 12:15 AM
I hold this hate
That burns within my heart
I have so much I need to say
But I don’t know where to start
With every slice
The razor tears my soul apart
I am the target
And Death’s throwing his darts
I’m fucking sick!
And nobody knows it
I have a cut
And I never ever show it
Every month or so
I get completely trashed
Is everything ok?
I hope no one will ask
I’m at a place
Where the blood runs thick
Savoring every moment
Between the clock’s steady tick
Every second
Dripping off my fingertips
Taste of Heaven
Let me have a lick
I’m fucking sick!
And some people know it
I have a cut
And I sometimes have to show it
Every week or so
I get completely trashed
Is everything ok?
I wish someone would ask
I always say
I don’t care about my friends
I say let’s chill and they say sure
Then I don’t hear from them again
I have deep wounds
That I sometimes need help to mend
But when I need them most
They’re not there in the end
I’m fucking sick!
I want everyone to know it
I have a cut
And I really want to show it
Every single night
I get completely trashed
Is everything ok?
There’s no one who will ask
