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I sit on my bathroom floor, holding my wrist,
I cut myself, for this hurting bliss.
It hurts, its true, yet I cannot stop,
Im this close to death, from cutting the top.
Some may call me crazy, some may tell me lies,
And thats the reason why I cry.
But through this pain, and through these words,
I find you in this empty world.
You helped me get a smile from a frown,
You helped me get out of my lonely town.
And from all this, I come to you,
To fill you in on the complete truth.
Although I may stop with my dieing or cutting,
Something that Ill never lose, is my loving.
I wish I could just tell you the truth, I wish I could just spill it out,
But we cannot go on, not ever, not now.
Im sorry for hurting you, Im sorry for lying,
And no one can stop the tears that Im crying.
Yet I have to end this, I have to do this now,
How I will go on, I do not know how.
So, to you I say my final good-bye,
And that I will miss you after I die.
 WOLFIE evil · Fri Aug 04, 2006 @ 05:11pm · 0 Comments |
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