He wont let me cut anymore
He sez it wont help me
But what does he know
About me and me and my blood
I am so full of hate and blood lust
But the blade just wont cut
It skims the surface and dulls
The harder I push the duller it ets
I dont need a blade to cut
All I need is a few words
From his hate filled tounge
To cause me to bleed
But you would think of blood
That it would be red as cherries
But my blood is balck as night
And it is very cold indeed
And all becuz I hurt him so bad
I didnt mean to bring false hopes
But things were said and done
And cuts were made
But he knows I still care
And he knows I will love him always
But still he trys to hurt me
And he is succeeding.
Spilling my black blood
And causing me to cry
My tears stain my face
Leaving new scars.