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Jeckyl and Hyde
Copyright, Chester
tattoo and metal
beauty to par
hiding reality
true, familiar scar
half-heart human
diseased and cold
with soul misplaced,
stolen,and sold
reaching for help
wanting her love
yet given true pain
from diety above
“I don’t deserve this!”
“I want to die!”
“Kill me NOW!”
Hero does cry
rambling of mad
screaming insane
territorial fighting
inside mental domain
Hero is dead
Villian to remain
In the happy existance
Reality calls SANE…
Cutting
Copyright, Christine
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It made me feel so good;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Because I know I never should.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It hurts but I’m in control;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But I didn’t cut my soul.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
On death I’ve started to advance;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I’d do it again if given the chance.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
No one believed that I would do it;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
It was my last chance on life and I blew it.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Blood oozes down my arm;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
But it didn’t do any harm.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
My blood mixes with my tears;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I scream but nobody hears.
Tonight I cut my wrist,
I’m all alone it’s true;
Tonight I cut my wrist,
Nobody found me so what should I do?
Alone
Copyright, Crying Heart
tearing me apart
isolation, its killing me
No contact, no one cares
No one asks, no one would understand
No one
Im alone, just me agaisnt the world
Can i take it on?
Can i carry on?
Coz im cold and shivering with hate and anger
Spreading
My misery and pain onto those that know me
Now my heart’s empty
Broken
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