gaininggoddess

There is a girl And she self harms She carves her letters in her arms A cry for help That no one see's A pool of blood beneath her feet Her skin so pale And bathed in scars She doesn't know she's gone too far She cannot scream She cannot cry her throat is sore, her eyes are dry Her laughs, all forced Her smiles fake She tells herself she's a mistake She's carving words She cannot say To her this is the only way There is a girl And she self harms She carved her sorrows in her arms Her quivering form So helpless and frail She's leaving behind her only trail Her flesh torn With open wounds She knows her time is coming

She stands on top of her world, As she sheds her clothing. Her soul naked to the people below, The pain she feels written on her face. She sings to break the silence, As the nurses struggle to understand. A wound on her arm, Deep to the bone. She bites into it, Salty blood drips as she rips a vein, And she smears her bare breasts in her life. Nursing staff stand below waiting to catch her if she falls. The life pours out of her and she screams to release the tension. Her mind unable to cope, she self-harms to end the struggle. No other way out, But the pain.

Cut on my leg, blood on my wrist. Towel beneath me, scissors in my fist. I hold my breath and gasp in pain. Blood falls, in a crimson rain. Strawberry gashes all over my wrist. It’s out of love, that I do this. Hide my pain, under a scarf. And tomorrow I’ll pretend to smile and laugh.

Resist the urge Resist the urge Don't call for Blood. Resist the urge Resist the urge Don't call for Blood. I tell myself I tell myself Don't call for Blood. I repeat I repeat Don't call for Blood. You're better than this You're better than this Don't call for Blood. You're stronger You're stronger Don't call for Blood. You don't need the pain You don't need the pain Don't call for Blood. It's just an addiction It's just an addiction Don't call for Blood. It's not what you need It's not what you need Don't call for Blood. Find a different way Find a different way Don't call for Blood. Please cry out Please cry o

I scratch, White marks appear. As they turn red, Out pours all my anger. I smash, My head against walls. Pain soars through my body, Releasing all my mental pain. I burn, Red marks on my skin. They bring freedom, Setting me free from the fires of hell. Hurting no one but myself. Finding mental freedom from physical pain. Red, white, purple, blue. Anger, rejection, upset, pain. People say it's wrong, They look down their noses. Only making things worse, Friends leave, strangers frown. So, I can't cope with my mental pain, But i've never inflicted pain on YOU.

You don't know what's missing You don't know what you're looking for You can't find a way out of the grief This cycle called depression Your wrists are stained red Your mind is stained black Your heart is deteriating Into the black hole of nothingness That has formed inside of you There is nothing that can cure it There is nothing That will ever be able to tear the pain out Nothing will save you Nothing will love you Nothing will kill you And end this eternal pain that you're going through Nothing will save you This cycle called depression Your wrists are stained red Your mind is stained black Your heart is deter