Lifeless
Getting treated like crap hurts like depression
Make scars on myself is my only medicine
It gives me a cold heart
Our worlds are set apart
I wish sometimes I wasn't me
Maybe "me" is not set to be
Fussing at me everytime I do something wrong
Then I think about knife...scissors...run, what if I was gone?
Just to make the pain stop
I want to scream and shout
But somehow I hold it in
From the beginning but it sems like there is no end
Making my eyes blury with tears
Nothing else, I hear
No one listens
Endless miles of distance
I want to be held in someone's arms
But I feel so cold instead of warm
Tears of rage
Running away is what I crave
Bloodshot
Load and cock
Dark night
Can't win the fight
Blue blood
I'm in a flood
Silent screams
Closed doors nothing seen
NOBODY listens
I'm in another dimension
Tears dropping like a faucet down my nose
I'm just a living dead rose
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