Oct 12, 2005 23:01
Small Simple Safe Price,
rise the wake & carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs & drys & flakes & heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to bleed & fuck & fight,
I want the pain of payment
What’s left but a section of pigmy size cuts,
much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill & spill over & under my thoughts.
My sad sorry selfish cry out to be cutter,
I’m cutting trying to picture your blood broken heart,
Love Is Not Like Anything Especially A Fucking Knife.
...........
My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
Everyone. leave me the fuck alone. dont talk to me. i might just flip out on you for no reason.