Trigger

Trigger warning,
cutting is beautiful,
scars are handsome,
blood is glory,
pain is vain.
your suffering is gorgeous, they say.
I can't believe, that my pain, my blood,
my skin being sliced, is a thing of beauty.
Its suffrage.
Its torture.
Please save me from my self.
Just for tonight.

Control

Don't say I love you, when we both know you don't mean it.
Don't smile at me, when I can clearly see the look of hate in your eyes.
 The aroma of your madness, draws me near.
I gasp for air, but you keep sucking me in.
The pain clutches onto my lungs, and tears pour out of my eyes.
When it is all said and through. I'm left with a permanent frown upon my face.
My eyes are dead, and my brain is thoughtless.
You've left me vacant, and un loved.
my happiness is no longer mine, but yours.
And you are now the controller.

Dark shadow.

My thoughts darken as I lay in this empty space,
the place next to me somehow feels like a grave.
You use to lie next to me, with that smirk on your face.
Your arms around me, holding me tight.
Tonight, I say, lets just lay here, as I intertwine with you.
The goosebumps form on my skin, as your cold fingers touch me.
I don't have the strength to stay away from you, you pull me closer.
My body goes limp, my thoughts are no longer dark.
But when I wake up from the once gleaming dream.
My heart burst in two. My eyes are forgetful, and my mind hates you.
The sadness over powers me, and my dark shadow appears to me again.
where is the light in this dark room, I needn't a shadow to remember you.

Darlin i'm lost.

I try to let you in, these hopes, these fears,
these changes.
They just mess me up in the head.
I fumble, then crumble.
I cry and ask why.
I can't say what I mean,
and mean what I say.
Darlin i'm lost.
But for you ill be anything.

Runaway

Your eyes, deep and mysterious.
That wall you hide behind,
is starting to decay, its crumbling.
I need you
I want you.
Come away with me.
oh love, lets just run away.

Depressed I.

Sadness gleaming, you could be happy..

you sit there in your sorrows,

all the things you wish you had not said.

Its all just madness in your head.

You don't want me.. you don't need me.

I don't want me, I don't need me.

Take that medicine, sitting upon your shelf.

Make believe that it helps.

Pick it up, and start all over again.

Listen to those words people say

over, and over.

Make sure you smile.

But do you really mean it?

Does the frown in your mind,

match the tense smile on your face..

Do people believe you when you say,

“yeah, sure, I'm OK.”

Will they believe you when you have,

red stains on your wrist, and a big hole in your head.

Yeah...they'll believe you then.