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Wednesday, June 14, 2006


As I am crawling to your body
I feel completely washed out and used
its pathetic to be this way
I feel like I have so much more to lose
so I run to the only thing
that brings me down and hurts my pride
there you are with light around yourself
I guess you are the devils new best friend
you cut me deep with sharp glass
to my ribs and aiming more for the heart
it doesn't matter if I scream or shout
you know I like it more and more
I have no name
or person
in your presence I can only be seen as weak
there is no blamefor I am the one
who never seems to think of change
I want this pain and hurtI want to feel
but deep in these chains I must weep
that is what I am owed
sharp glass,
keep cutting till it feels okay


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