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Monday, August 22, 2011

Ya, I Cut Last Night

I’m not proud to say that
But I just sat
In my depression 
And started a session
With the knife
I was hating life
So I needed an escape
The razor rape
My thigh
I knew why
I’m feeling alone
Even with my family at home
I’m different
I’m devil sent
Always fucking up shit
I can’t take a hit
So I shred
My thigh for the blood red
Adrenalin, no more mental pain
I get a physical gain
But it goes away
The last thing I’ll say
Is this
Happiness I miss

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