I need to cut,
i need to cry.
I need to run,
i need to hide.
I need the sting,
the drool of blood.
Send my soul,
up above.
Little child,
inside me,
why do you cry?
Why do you scream?
Dig the blade,
into the skin.
Feel the metal,
deep within.
Watch the blood,
flow from my arms.
feel the wetness,
in my palms.
Construction, destruction,
which is the more?
Believing, decieving,
it all equals sore.
Find a way,
to pass the day.
I just want to blow,
my head away.