Scratch

I Can feel the cold steel on my skin as it begins to scratch
The skin tearing away as i grit my teeth
i do this for you ccan’t you see that?
As I Lie in my room i wait i cry
If Only you could see me
if only you could see me die…
Scratch scratch scratch again and again
as i feel the bloos wash on my skin
I Can’t feel the pain you have made sure of that
Because now my emotions and feelings belong to you.
I Wish you could see me you greedy bitch
as i lie hear bleeding
all i hear is scratch scratch scratch

By Open_Wound

I Live in Toronto, i have a few friends, i love Marilyn Manson, i like to listen to loud (good) music.