Submissions by LushvladThorns

Time heals it all
well at least, that's what they say
but that is nowhere near the truth
cause I still feel the same way.
 No matter how hard I struggle
no matter how hard I fight
I know that at the end of the road
for me, there be no light.
 That's why the moon will always be my light
the night, will always be my day
in my hand there will always be a razor
and I, will always be it's prey.

I hate my life
I took a knife
and slashed my own chest
I slashed my arm
cause I was harmed
and the feeling was the best
Nothing to solve
anxious thoughts revolve
I thought I was a wreck
I saw a rope
forlorn hope
and rapped it on my neck
It was one, two and three
I just wanted to be free
Eight years old
and decontrolled
but till this day
I'm so afraid
of that feeling on my neck.

Tomorrow is another day
that I don't really want to see
I guess I'll see it anyways
if myself I cannot free.
My eyes is full with tears
they can no longer see
I feel that no one really cares
what was really done to me.
Sometimes I think that they do care
when I here someone out my door
but really there is no one there
and I throw myself on the floor.
It took me more than twenty years
for me that door to close
I've lost so many, many tears
blood time to time still flows.
I didn't have no type of help
all I did was cry...

Roses are red
but so is blood
lying on bed
razor on my chest scuds.
I'm feeling so alone
there is noway out
there is no one to help me
all I can do is shout.
I want this day to end
just waiting for the next to come
just hiding in my room
from someone I want to stay away from.