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Becky
Copyright, Becky
Crimson Water
She turned on the faucet,
and watched the steam fill the room,
Fully aware of her
Impending doom.
She took the razors,
and slit her wrists up nice,
Hoping that all of this
sure will suffice.
She stepped into the
scourching hot water,
and layed down and cryed,
feeling the burn on the cuts
Hoping they would all know the story
of how she had died.
She watched as the blood
swirlled out into the water,
turning it to a pretty red,
and before she knew it,
she was dead.
She watched her body
from high above,
"The pain is all gone now"
she thought,
But she was wrong,
because she didnt realize,
all the pain she's just brought.
Drag the Blade
Deeper and deeper
as you watch me bleed,
I wish you'd realize
its something i need
Pain is pleasure
and pleasure is pain
You'd be fine with it
If there was something for you to gain
You know deep down inside
you cant help me
if i wont help myself
Hide my past
behind the chicken noodle soup
on the kitchen shelf
Drag the blade
across my skin
My need for you
has worn thin
Snap the band
down on my wrist
the target seemed perfect
but the arrow missed
Sizzling flesh,
can you smell is burn?
trust is something
you have to earn
Product of Your Hate
One cut
two cut
three cut
four
watch the blood
hit the floor
five cut
six cut
seven cut
eight
this is the product
of all your hate
deeper and deeper
as you watch it flow
cover your eyes
to soften the blow
Turn my head
to hide my tears
the onese from the pain
built up over the years
the fading shadows turn to grey
as i live through the torture
of another day
Im tired scared,
and sick of your lying,
but most of all,
im sick of trying.