Cutting

I’ll never escape from this
my life ill miss
i don’t exist
except on their computer list
To have a temporary release
I ran out on my life lease
everything i do is policed
I miss cutting on me
I miss watching me bleed
w/ the blade I wish Id always agree
it would fix it all so it seems
i’m seconds from the deceased
cutting up my skin
i know I cannot win
get the scotch the vodka the gin
my life is based upon this sin
All i feel is pain
and I can’t explain
I hate asking if I’m sane
and all i do is fucking complain
I miss cutting on me
I miss watching me bleed
w/ the blade I wish Id always agree
it would fix it all so it seems
everyday i waste
I can’t stand this place
everyday I contemplate
mutluating my ugly face
My flesh is pulling apart
If i could get the courage to start
I used to have more strength in my heart
who will keep me from falling apart?
Who is my crutch this time?
Who is this new friend of mine?
That I’ll corrupt with time
they must be so blind
I miss cutting on me
I miss watching me bleed
w/ the blade I wish Id always agree
it would fix it all so it seems

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