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I have spent my whole life
Struggling
Through pain and tears and hatred and confusion.
Now there is no purpose,
I've lost the battle,
And I can't go on pretending there's something I can do.
I will never be happy,
I will always be sad.
Awhile ago I found someone who helped me.
He kept my head above the waters or suicide.
He talked sense into me.
He made me live.
But now he's gone,
So why bother living?
Now I'll just let myself sink,
To be eternally at rest,
Forever peaceful.
And the darkness covers me.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Score the long scarlet lines of pain.
Burn the iniquity from my soul.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain,
Nothing to give to remake me whole.
I can't seem to displace this shame,
The heavy veins of guilt that run deep.
But my heart knows that I'm to blame,
For the demons that pilfer my sleep.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
Crying for my soul because I cannot.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
No words of love, spiteful things he did say,
Burned inside, I believed it all. Self-hate raged hot.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.
Born from torment, then flooding its way,
Sailing the tides of my veins, a way out is sought.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
It gorges inside, biting and chewing each day,
Until it engulfs my every little thought.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.
With one gentle slice, it’s released, sent on its way.
Yet each day it returns with amplified distraught.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
I cover the scars, hide my shame and hope I’ll be okay,
Though agony still breathes through, and free I am not.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
How I wish I could put the blade away.
Struggling
Through pain and tears and hatred and confusion.
Now there is no purpose,
I've lost the battle,
And I can't go on pretending there's something I can do.
I will never be happy,
I will always be sad.
Awhile ago I found someone who helped me.
He kept my head above the waters or suicide.
He talked sense into me.
He made me live.
But now he's gone,
So why bother living?
Now I'll just let myself sink,
To be eternally at rest,
Forever peaceful.
And the darkness covers me.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Score the long scarlet lines of pain.
Burn the iniquity from my soul.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain,
Nothing to give to remake me whole.
I can't seem to displace this shame,
The heavy veins of guilt that run deep.
But my heart knows that I'm to blame,
For the demons that pilfer my sleep.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
Crying for my soul because I cannot.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
No words of love, spiteful things he did say,
Burned inside, I believed it all. Self-hate raged hot.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.
Born from torment, then flooding its way,
Sailing the tides of my veins, a way out is sought.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
It gorges inside, biting and chewing each day,
Until it engulfs my every little thought.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display.
With one gentle slice, it’s released, sent on its way.
Yet each day it returns with amplified distraught.
How I wish I could put the blade away.
I cover the scars, hide my shame and hope I’ll be okay,
Though agony still breathes through, and free I am not.
Sorrow now seeps from my skin, one chronic display,
How I wish I could put the blade away.