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Suicidal yet believing Life
Today I slit my wrists again
See what you made me do.
Now I'm locked away in this room
Trying to bribe my soul thru
Never really thought there was beauty in pain
But I saw slicing that huge vein
I painted a canvas
Unique and beautiful as ever
The more the colors bled the more the art came alive
Something happen, I felt my soul began too Die
Today I slit my wrist
trying to find suicide
Instead I found beauty in the way my eyes cried.
The way people mourn a loss
The way heaven smelled.
The fire of hell and its prisoners
Trying to make bail.
Today I cut myself
and I knew it would hurt
But the beauty in it all
Was finding self worth.
See what you made me do.
Now I'm locked away in this room
Trying to bribe my soul thru
Never really thought there was beauty in pain
But I saw slicing that huge vein
I painted a canvas
Unique and beautiful as ever
The more the colors bled the more the art came alive
Something happen, I felt my soul began too Die
Today I slit my wrist
trying to find suicide
Instead I found beauty in the way my eyes cried.
The way people mourn a loss
The way heaven smelled.
The fire of hell and its prisoners
Trying to make bail.
Today I cut myself
and I knew it would hurt
But the beauty in it all
Was finding self worth.
Published 21st Jun 2013
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23rd Jun 2013 1:07am
11th Aug 2013 2:29am
Everyone has walked that fine line between despair and hope, whether they chose to admit it or not. To find something to live for sometimes we have to go through something gruesome, some pain. There is always beauty knowing your worthy.
