Blood

Slowly, I push the blade into my skin
Pain ... no it does not hardly talk.
Too many times I was hurt and humiliated
by now to feel more pain than my own blood!
I scream
No, not loudly, softly or quietly
No one hears
Only those who once in the back corner
My soul was able to hear this pain filled scream
I have heard it often enough in my life
For it was not hard on the remains
To come to the door of my broken soul
Behind which hides that cry
The door shall be a dispute, however, for
Hardly anyone to create
my soul
Is not a place where a lot of laughs
Stehts wrapped in solitude
And inaccessible to strangers.
The blade carves deep into my skin
Every trickle of blood on a broken piece
In my soul
And yet I always grab the blade
Why? Why, I'll do it myself too
Still difficult?
I can see clearly now the strip to the
Blade was left on my skin
I clearly feel the disintegration of my soul
I clearly noticed how in despair
I spread
And again I have to start the blade again
Tears roll down my cheeks
The tears from my eyes show the
Sadness of my heart!
And the red tears?
The tears which so provocative about
My arms, legs and my hips warm?
They mirror the emptiness in me again!












ok passt jetzt nicht so zum Thema aber ich liebe dieses
Lied *.*