simply beautiful
killing myself slowly
inside to the out
needed desparatly to hurt myself
just to feel me bleed
cold, shining razor blades
peircing into my flesh
Sitting here, somewhere
heart-broken, half mad with despair
watching all thats broken
spill right out of me
nothing i see is really here
blood stains on my clothes
still hear the wispering
twisting me around
something is very wrong with me
why can no one see
dreadful things are happening
right in front of me
i want to come apart
cutting myself till theres nothing left
Dug myself a little hole
not inside my box
a place where good things die
i watch me disappear
horrifing things trapped inside my soul
twisting, ripping,
Cold steel into warm flesh
beeding,only thing i know is real
creeping under my skin
so warm, so loving
dripping to the floor
it really is something
simply beautiful
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