My Security

[babie_bubblez]

Cut open my wrists,
Let the blood gush.
As the knife twists,
Let the blood rush.
Streaming down my arm,
Making a design,
Works like a charm,
With every line,
I'm starting to let go,
Feeling kind of better,
So call me schitzo,
And say, "Just let her."
But this is my way,
To get through my life,
Make it day to day,
Always carrying this knife.
Its my seclusion,
Its my peace,
Its my confusion,
That will not cease.