well, it's not fair, it's not even close.
you tied me down,
where i'm forced to watch as you poke holes in every part of me
containing something secretly.
something sacred to me.
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away. these cuts run deep, these scars are permanent, and always on display.
this makes things difficult for me.
it's not fair, it's not even close.
you fed me the sun,
burned me up inside and watched me choke on everything we did.
on everything we lived.
let's see if i can live again.
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away. these cuts run deep, these scars are permanent, and always on display.
this makes things difficult for me.
head like an empty, sterile room.
somehow i made a mess.
like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress.
head like an empty sterile room.
somehow i made a mess.
like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress.
i'm bad luck, can't fuck got no reflection today.
maybe i'll stay down next time i get hit by a train.
by a train
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away.
There's a fire forming, not too far from here
Along the east coast maybe, it resides in you, my dear
Worn out on our courtesy, we've made our curtain calls
Like vampire bats deprived of blood, into the New York City night we crawl
And you've got a funny way of showing off your bathoom surgery
You said you were just cooling down from plans of leaving me
There's something I should tell you, for we may not have much time
I've never met arms like yours
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain
There's a hard rain falling, flooding your attic, it's clear
Can't put out the fire that resides in you, my dear
There's something I should tell you, for we may not have much time
I've never seen scars like yours
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain Read more »
When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry
When was it that you sold your life or wasted
Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
I guess I should be one to talk
There's nights that I can't even walk
There's days I couldn't give a fuck
And in between is where I'm stuck
From blocks away I heard somebody screaming
That small child inside of you that you left bleeding
You stabbed him up not once but twice
Cubicles will now suffice
Some say it's the roll of the dice
I think they're wrong I know I'm right
Every breath that I could barely breathe
Could barely make it past my teeth
I took a blowtorch to both of my lungs a long long time ago Read more »
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
