Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Die Die Die!

Kill me then cut my heart
Torture my soul then tear me apart
Make me bleed let me feel
Give me the pain
It's the only thing that's real
Rid my refuges and soak me in bleach
Burn me to ash and make me feel weak
Ring the morgue
My body is cold
You've killed me now
Dig my hole
Bury me in my grave

Sunday, October 28, 2007

To Hell with you!

I cut myself just yesterday
To prove I was right
To prove that I could do it just this once
And stop without a fight
I felt something inside me
When that blade slowly slit my skin
A feeling of pleasure, pain and security
That all rose from within
I finally found pain I could control
Pain that was up to me
Burning and cutting my skin
Then covering so no one can see
I don’t do it for attention
but I do it to stay sane
Most of all I do it to
Level out mental pain
So go ahead and tell me, That it’s wrong,
these things I do
I’m not sorry to say, I'm not going to change
No, not even for you
Now you’ll say stupid things
"You need help"
Well let me make it clear
I never needed help before
And I don’t need it now