Sweet Release
You drag the razor across your skin
It tears like paper
The blood starts to pool
At the floor by your feet
You wrap your wrist up
You put your bracelets back on
You pull your sleeve down
And begin to cry
You shut off the light
And climb into bed
While staring at the ceiling
You wonder why
Why can't you stop?
Why do you keep convincing yourself
That this one will be the last?
Why do they all tell you to stop?
But most importantly
Why can't you stop?
Even if it means
He will be happy?
If he wants you to stop
You should be able to
Because he loves you
So much in fact
That it kills him
To see you hurt yourself
In any way.
So why cant you
Put down the razor
Because even if it doesn't bother you
And even if it doesn't hurt you
It's eating him alive
To see you dyeing inside
It tears like paper
The blood starts to pool
At the floor by your feet
You wrap your wrist up
You put your bracelets back on
You pull your sleeve down
And begin to cry
You shut off the light
And climb into bed
While staring at the ceiling
You wonder why
Why can't you stop?
Why do you keep convincing yourself
That this one will be the last?
Why do they all tell you to stop?
But most importantly
Why can't you stop?
Even if it means
He will be happy?
If he wants you to stop
You should be able to
Because he loves you
So much in fact
That it kills him
To see you hurt yourself
In any way.
So why cant you
Put down the razor
Because even if it doesn't bother you
And even if it doesn't hurt you
It's eating him alive
To see you dyeing inside