Make it hard to hear
Make it hard to deal with
Make me come so near....
... To pulling out the razor
To finding the shard of glass
To push me almost to the edge
To where the pain won't last...
...The cold metal on my wrist,
The glass upon my skin.
The soothing sensation and gush of blood,
My anger, My rage within...
... Flowing out onto my wrist,
And dripping down my arm.
The cloud is lifted temporarily,
And I am safe from harm...
... Until she comes to ruin me,
Come take away my peace.
Come tell me what I fucked up this time
Come make me need to release...
... The anger that has built up again
Over the remnants of the last.
I need to cut, to let it out.
I need to escape, and fast...
... For if I don't, it'll be too late.
And I can't do this anymore.
I quit, I give up, I'm done with you.
There's too much blood on the floor.
Kelly Wilson