schrei jess
December 20th, 2006, 07:25 PM
No one on the outside can see
see those scars for what they really are
her laughter and smiles are nothing but lies
because on the inside she cries
did you ever wonder why she looked so drained
she was up all night searching for a way to escape
she couldn’t stop until she found it again
it was then that she knew she was actually insane
had no idea what she would do without it
lost the one thing she had come to use
searching until she found a new blade
took it to her bed and that was where she stayed
burning pain was all she wanted to feel
she knew she would do anything to feel it once more
after that night was when she finally knew
that what they were saying was not untrue
addicted is what I am she said to herself
I am no longer in control of what is going on
this is controlling her, it always was
everyone sees it, but she never has
---I wrote this a while ago, just found it on the computer now. I wrote it about the night I lose my pocket knife and was digging around my messy room for hours trying to find it so I could just cut again, never found it but I looked for so long that I found an exacto blade...pathetic. I knew then for sure I had a problem.
see those scars for what they really are
her laughter and smiles are nothing but lies
because on the inside she cries
did you ever wonder why she looked so drained
she was up all night searching for a way to escape
she couldn’t stop until she found it again
it was then that she knew she was actually insane
had no idea what she would do without it
lost the one thing she had come to use
searching until she found a new blade
took it to her bed and that was where she stayed
burning pain was all she wanted to feel
she knew she would do anything to feel it once more
after that night was when she finally knew
that what they were saying was not untrue
addicted is what I am she said to herself
I am no longer in control of what is going on
this is controlling her, it always was
everyone sees it, but she never has
---I wrote this a while ago, just found it on the computer now. I wrote it about the night I lose my pocket knife and was digging around my messy room for hours trying to find it so I could just cut again, never found it but I looked for so long that I found an exacto blade...pathetic. I knew then for sure I had a problem.