A path old and forgotten.
These stairs of stone,
they look so familiar.
The path I cross,
all worn out and lost,
I can walk with a blindfold.
These four walls sheltering my screams,
are dry from my glares.
A rusty blade is dull to the edge,
grown used to my ragged skin.
There's not a difference in sight,
everything's the same,
everything is still wrong,
and I, I am to blame.
These people, their words;
I've learned to ignore,
yet they continue their pathetic ignorance.
I search the woods past these streets,
a tangled mess,
with secrets to keep.
I search them for an escape,
something that digs past the skin,
something that gives a new meaning to pain.
The pain I now feel,
it isn't enough to get me by.
It doesn't free me from my fearsome mind,
I can't leave.
It doesn't give me my five minutes of joy.
Not anymore.
The pain I need to feel will give me a new perspective.
It will leave me wanting, needing more.
It'll make me smile,
I'll be sure to find relief in it.
The pain I need to feel, will be much more than just a cut.
It won't be a burn or a bruise,
the pain I need to feel will leave a scar so deep,
it'll ache and ache.
The scar will never heal.
A change, that's what it'll be.
To turn on the volume of the screams that cannot be heard.
To darken the anger that rips through me each day.
A change is what I'll need, to know I was once alive.
they look so familiar.
The path I cross,
all worn out and lost,
I can walk with a blindfold.
These four walls sheltering my screams,
are dry from my glares.
A rusty blade is dull to the edge,
grown used to my ragged skin.
There's not a difference in sight,
everything's the same,
everything is still wrong,
and I, I am to blame.
These people, their words;
I've learned to ignore,
yet they continue their pathetic ignorance.
I search the woods past these streets,
a tangled mess,
with secrets to keep.
I search them for an escape,
something that digs past the skin,
something that gives a new meaning to pain.
The pain I now feel,
it isn't enough to get me by.
It doesn't free me from my fearsome mind,
I can't leave.
It doesn't give me my five minutes of joy.
Not anymore.
The pain I need to feel will give me a new perspective.
It will leave me wanting, needing more.
It'll make me smile,
I'll be sure to find relief in it.
The pain I need to feel, will be much more than just a cut.
It won't be a burn or a bruise,
the pain I need to feel will leave a scar so deep,
it'll ache and ache.
The scar will never heal.
A change, that's what it'll be.
To turn on the volume of the screams that cannot be heard.
To darken the anger that rips through me each day.
A change is what I'll need, to know I was once alive.