| Ships
So cold, so alone I feel like I�m just a drone What is it that is to be? The undoing of me I can�t even tell you Why I�m tripp�n Can�t stop gripp�n Tighter onto what I actually have I feel so lonely I am surrounded by many But really I am alone I seem to push everyone away in my moment of need They cannot see this part of me When I go off the deep end The razor is my only friend It has never yelled at me or let me down It will cover me in a cloud Of safety How can I give up that feeling? The utter Calm, the bliss Waiting and wanting the razors next kiss No one understands how pain can be so grand I�m a freak, they all chime in But what the hell difference does it make? Some people pop pills Some drunk their lives away I like to see the blood to keep me from going insane Every one sees it as something that is utterly bad But for me, it�s how I keep from going mad The crimson flood over takes me And I am a ship sailing on the sea I no longer have to be Who I am Not. |