Failed-Child

You see her from across the way Reading what her body says Long sleeves whispering of bleeding wrists Eyes hang low, silently admitting it You know all of these signs so well The language it speaks, the stories they tell It reads like novels, all full of misery Some of the pages torn from your own history Does it help you to see someone do it like you did Can you see why your friends misconstrued it? And they worried about you all night, every night Can you see now how it was justified fright? You study her scars and know it's not for attention The contours of cuts you know that you should not mention They creep back into darkne

I feel the sting, I hear the drip. My mind goes black when I hear the blade slip. I'll wake and gaze at my cuts, My story of pain. When I cut I feel safe, There's so much I can gain. I lust for steel, But my skin stays celebate. When I see a blade I'll say, To hell with it. Around every corner, In my brain. There's a reminder, Of my passion for pain. But I'll retire my blade, And let these scars fade... Never to be seen again.

Slicing away trust, bleeding out betrayal. Lying with a smile, making truth go stale. Playing a deadly game, fighting with blood and fire. Answering to all the pain, bowing to desire. Clinging to the hate, living in the fear. Pushing far away, everything I hold dear. A smile on my face, but screaming in my head. Hoping its not to late, praying my souls not dead. Trying to escape, to find a place to hide. Or should I face myself, its so hard to decide. Nowhere left to run, no one to face but me. To decide what I want to do, and who I want to be.

I’ve seen the world with these two eyes. A movie played inside my mind. I’ve traveled the seas in half the time Without ever leaving home. I’ve spread my wings but didn’t fly I’ve touched heaven, but I didn’t die Had the chance to ask God why Without ever receiving an answer. I’ve count the stars and made to ten Lost track and had to start again. People laughed, but that’s how we make friends Without ever knowing their name. I’ve loved completely and watched them leave I tell the story—some don’t believe Let them go or did you flee? Without seeing what tomorrow brings. I&#