Used,Abused,Confused
Damaged and confused, eternally bruised.
I try and I try, to put the pieces back togather.
But it never works that way does it?
I feel used and abused.
Its like the only way I know life is real is when I feel the pain.
Of my fingers twisting around my neck and choking out my life.
But even that cant stastain me anymore.
I look down at my wrists and I think, what if I run a blad acrossed?
Will that work better this time then it did before?
Will it make the hurt I have inside go away?
I know the answer is no, but sometimes I say yes, I just wish I could sleep with out being chocked out or fucking crying.
I try and I try, to put the pieces back togather.
But it never works that way does it?
I feel used and abused.
Its like the only way I know life is real is when I feel the pain.
Of my fingers twisting around my neck and choking out my life.
But even that cant stastain me anymore.
I look down at my wrists and I think, what if I run a blad acrossed?
Will that work better this time then it did before?
Will it make the hurt I have inside go away?
I know the answer is no, but sometimes I say yes, I just wish I could sleep with out being chocked out or fucking crying.