And with this knife my red wells dry
But i swear to god that I won’t cry
Cause I know in my heart that this is right
And for so long I have felt this pain
Years of agony all the same
Lost in the crypt of my life
I sing this song so that I may die.
(if anyone could give me feedback it would help. Thank you.)
I’m thinking about making a Youtube channel to post up some videos of songs I’m writing. What do you guys (and girls) think?
No matter what you say, no matter what you do…..you will NEVER be able to hurt me as much as i hurt myself. You can yell at me, scream at me, cut it into my arms, but I will whisper it to me self as I sleep. The beast in my head bites at my heals until I kneel to it and give in. Few things allow me to stand, but they are stonger then you. But even these priceless “vents” can’t always help. Like trees in winter, my will withers in the cold seasons. Like anything left in a dry forest in summer, my ability to resolve these issues burns away to ashes in the fire. So again, you can scream, yell and hit, but you are nothing in my mind’s wake.
