MadManWithaBox
June 10th, 2009, 05:56 AM
7 cuts on this arm, 7 cuts on the other. its cool. its safe. its rhymatic. helps keep me sane in this world.
7 cuts on this leg. 7 cuts on the other. holding the blood soaked razor in my hand, i should be feeling somehting, satisfaction, pain, sadness, something. hut there's nothing. no emotion. at all.
9 cuts on this arm, 9 on the other. its the day after, and im doing it again. doing it is the only way i can relieve the pain i feel inside. abandoned by my so called friends, i try to convince them, and myself, im better off alone. i fail to convince myself. im in my own pit of despair.
9 cuts on this leg, 9 cuts on the other. the blood trails down my legs, conglealing when its reachs my socks. you're pathetic the voice in my head says, a waste of space.shut up, i tell it. i needed this. no, says the voice. if you were any kind of human being, you wouldn't have needed to slice your body open to feel better. unable to listen to this any longer, i pick up my razor and cuts. and cut. and cut. my legs buckle
7 cuts on this leg. 7 cuts on the other. holding the blood soaked razor in my hand, i should be feeling somehting, satisfaction, pain, sadness, something. hut there's nothing. no emotion. at all.
9 cuts on this arm, 9 on the other. its the day after, and im doing it again. doing it is the only way i can relieve the pain i feel inside. abandoned by my so called friends, i try to convince them, and myself, im better off alone. i fail to convince myself. im in my own pit of despair.
9 cuts on this leg, 9 cuts on the other. the blood trails down my legs, conglealing when its reachs my socks. you're pathetic the voice in my head says, a waste of space.shut up, i tell it. i needed this. no, says the voice. if you were any kind of human being, you wouldn't have needed to slice your body open to feel better. unable to listen to this any longer, i pick up my razor and cuts. and cut. and cut. my legs buckle