According to the world
Blood on the floor, endorphins gone mad
That was where my story began to unfurl
A blade through my vein
Is my one luscious sin
All my questions, all my pain
On every square inch of my skin
Angelic crimson daisies creep across my flesh
I watch them move so stealthily
Putting my tolerance to the test
So the doctor diagnosed me as "calling out for help"
When someone finally stumbled upon my flower bed of shame
I'm just trying to drown these demons that they've sent me straight from hell
I do not need assistance in playing my own games.
So this is where I've ended up
On a couch with some foreign stranger
Listening to her pitifully preach about
My razors and their dangers
She tells me, "Be open to your feelings."
That only drives me more insane.
It doesn't stop my thoughts from reeling
It doesn't fix my broken brain
I've never told her that I simply want to be somebody else
She'd calmly tell me that with time these teenage things will fade
I still just don't see what is so wrong
With acting on my impulse
And dancing with the blade.
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