i sit in the dark with clenched fists
nails scrapping the skin
blood running down my wrists...
the pain's like pure bliss; it's like a drugs clouding up my brain
i try to stay focused but in my eyes you can see the strain
the pain is so much its past the point of hurt
my feet drag against the ground
my jeans covered with earth
i fall to my knees and cry out in vain
but no one hears my words
my thoughts drive me insane
the padded walls within my mind have me pounding my fists against my head
am i insane or is it all within my head?
where do i belong?
on this earth or within it's dirt
the tears continue to run down my blood stained shirt
the hurt i feel inside is way too much to bare
my brain starts to overload
i lay still in the dirt
and a stench clings to the air
what happened to this soul?
can you answer please?
as it floats away within the damp fall leaves....
yes I wrote it
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nails scrapping the skin
blood running down my wrists...
the pain's like pure bliss; it's like a drugs clouding up my brain
i try to stay focused but in my eyes you can see the strain
the pain is so much its past the point of hurt
my feet drag against the ground
my jeans covered with earth
i fall to my knees and cry out in vain
but no one hears my words
my thoughts drive me insane
the padded walls within my mind have me pounding my fists against my head
am i insane or is it all within my head?
where do i belong?
on this earth or within it's dirt
the tears continue to run down my blood stained shirt
the hurt i feel inside is way too much to bare
my brain starts to overload
i lay still in the dirt
and a stench clings to the air
what happened to this soul?
can you answer please?
as it floats away within the damp fall leaves....
yes I wrote it
Myspace.com Blogs - Don't mistake this for some sort of depression - D. Butz MySpace Blog
Nice work.
