Razorblade Dreams
I think of my life before
And how pathetic I am
Trying so hard yo find reasons
to change the way I am
When life got tough
I'd just sit there and cut
Not trying to think
Just kept my mouth shut
Watched the crimson red
As it dripped to the ground
Feeling so helpless
When no one is around
Crying so silently
Hoping not to be seen
Thinking of my life
Trying to figure out what it all can mean
Filling my emptiness
with my razorblade dream
Hoping one day
Someone will hear my silent scream
Gotta fill that void
With a depressing little note
In hopes to be heard
Just let my thoughts float
Scribble them on paper
Just to make me feel better
But still keep them to myself
Like my own personal letter
Look back on them one day
And maybe then I'll see
How much I've overcome
How better my life has to be
But for now I won't know
Just keep on with my silent scream
But one day I'll be better
And this will all just be my Razorblade dream
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