WalkingOnDisaster
February 17th, 2013, 07:07 PM
Papers and books
Stairs and woods
Scares and fears
Sound the same
But are different
One thousand people,
One thousand times
But never one
To see a smile
Stare at the floor below,
But nothing is there?
How can that be?
One thousand tears
Washed it away
A smile is all I need
To make sense of everything
Another cut I've created
More blood to spill out
Pain I've become
Shame I am
Never knowing what life is
Living in a house with no love
What is happiness?
Why do you tell me
I cannot feel?
I feel everything-
The pins, the needles,
The pain you instill
The cries you hear
You hear them!
Why do they not stop?
Help me!
Someone help me!
One thousand years
Or, it feels like
It was only yesterday
But a thousand seconds ago
I wrote my letter
Walking into my room,
Staring at you on the bed,
I lick the knife
Like you used to lick me
Tasting the iron in your blood
You beg me to stop,
Like I begged you to stop
A smile cracks on my face
Like the Joker's in the movies
You feel tears like mine
One
Thousand
Tears.
I count each one,
I will not stop
It is your turn now
To feel the pain I felt
Every day till then
Every day I cried
Every day I died a little
You'll feel it too
Are you ready?
For the end of it?
One thousand cuts later,
And you die.
One thousand has to be
My lucky number.
I do not mean to be misleading but I never killed anyone. :D
Stairs and woods
Scares and fears
Sound the same
But are different
One thousand people,
One thousand times
But never one
To see a smile
Stare at the floor below,
But nothing is there?
How can that be?
One thousand tears
Washed it away
A smile is all I need
To make sense of everything
Another cut I've created
More blood to spill out
Pain I've become
Shame I am
Never knowing what life is
Living in a house with no love
What is happiness?
Why do you tell me
I cannot feel?
I feel everything-
The pins, the needles,
The pain you instill
The cries you hear
You hear them!
Why do they not stop?
Help me!
Someone help me!
One thousand years
Or, it feels like
It was only yesterday
But a thousand seconds ago
I wrote my letter
Walking into my room,
Staring at you on the bed,
I lick the knife
Like you used to lick me
Tasting the iron in your blood
You beg me to stop,
Like I begged you to stop
A smile cracks on my face
Like the Joker's in the movies
You feel tears like mine
One
Thousand
Tears.
I count each one,
I will not stop
It is your turn now
To feel the pain I felt
Every day till then
Every day I cried
Every day I died a little
You'll feel it too
Are you ready?
For the end of it?
One thousand cuts later,
And you die.
One thousand has to be
My lucky number.
I do not mean to be misleading but I never killed anyone. :D