Thanks to Harmony, for all that she has contributed to this blog.
The scars still shine
where the blood used to flow
My head’s screeching yes
my heart’s pleading no
And my hands are shaky
as i reach for the knife
To end all this pain
help forget all my strife
They’ll never know
They can’t stop me
Its my life, my choice
My pain, my body
But why am i scared
Why am i torn into two?
Half is saying “THIS IS ME!”
The other “Who are you?”
And the tears don’t run
cause my body is numb
as i press the blade down
i starts to drown
in the pain, in the relief
In the freedom of thought
That cannot be brought
By anything money can buy
And i know who i am
i know i am strong
i can do this, I’m right, I’m powerful
But why does it still feel wrong?
There’s so much to gain
from causing me pain
But I can’t stop,
Im addicted
I know i MUST stop
I’ve got to get better
Everyone says that I’m sick
But I know I’m fine
This is just how i live
Without spilling my blood
I’ve got nothing to give
I’m so scared of myself
of what i have done
I’m so scared of the power i felt
Of the need for more
of the hunger for pain
Im scared of myself
and what i’ve become
i can’t stop what I’ve started
It’s already done
Who am I?
Who have I turned into?
I’m so lost, so helpless
What do I do?
-Harmony-
