07-25-2006, 11:01 AM
Sweet Satisfaction That Is Cutting
Watching the sweet drop of crimson liquid
fall to the floor
The pain hurts less and less
With each drop the burden doesn't hurt
as much
You don't even feel the pain anymore
Tears dont matter anymore
And you're falling away from yourself
You've been here so many times before
And how many more will you be here again
How much more blood and how much more
grief
Can your heart take it anymore?
It can't and that's why you're doing it
Cause you want people to see your pain
And thats the only way
By showing them what you look like on
the inside on the outside
Knowing all the while as you cut your
soft and vunerable flesh
That somehow it will make things better
It'll help you get the pain out
You wanna blame yourself for the heartache
you've given others
You cut yourself to get the anger out
To stop the feelings, to stop the pain
The dark thoughts swirl in your head
Unleashing the bitter demons deep within
yourself
They tempt you to hold on to that knife
And to let yourself go through red uncaring
drops of blood
Doesn't matter anymore does it?
If you take that life of yours that you
feel is so meaningless
It's the words, the words you hear them all say
How you hear them ask why you're doing this
to them
And you ask why you did it, why you hurt them
Why you hurt people everytime and why it hurts
so bad
You keep asking yourself how much more can you
take?
How many more times will you do this to others?
And you don't want to hurt them anymore
You don't want to hurt yourself anymore
The tears never stop and you feel alone
Like no one understands the pain you feel
And you feel like the only way you can get it
out is by letting the blood drip
Like somehow it creates a solution and will
make it all better
All the mixed up thoughts and feelings slip
away
And you lose yourself with every drop at least
for a little while
And when the wounds become scars and
they show so easily on your skin
Sometimes people see the scars and know
They know all of the pain and they judge you
Thinking about how pathetic you are that you
had to do something as sick as that just
to escape your pain and emotions
They call you sick and weak and demented
When in fact they cant even understand
The pain or the hurt or the guilt
They dont know the darkness you feel
And how cutting yourself brings you some
sort of sick relief
And day after day it hurts a little less, as
you cut even more and even deeper
Its pain and its joy all because of fear
Your dark thoughts overtake you as you continue
to let the drops of blood drip
Never changing and always hurting.
By Melissa Y. Vasquez
7/23/06
Watching the sweet drop of crimson liquid
fall to the floor
The pain hurts less and less
With each drop the burden doesn't hurt
as much
You don't even feel the pain anymore
Tears dont matter anymore
And you're falling away from yourself
You've been here so many times before
And how many more will you be here again
How much more blood and how much more
grief
Can your heart take it anymore?
It can't and that's why you're doing it
Cause you want people to see your pain
And thats the only way
By showing them what you look like on
the inside on the outside
Knowing all the while as you cut your
soft and vunerable flesh
That somehow it will make things better
It'll help you get the pain out
You wanna blame yourself for the heartache
you've given others
You cut yourself to get the anger out
To stop the feelings, to stop the pain
The dark thoughts swirl in your head
Unleashing the bitter demons deep within
yourself
They tempt you to hold on to that knife
And to let yourself go through red uncaring
drops of blood
Doesn't matter anymore does it?
If you take that life of yours that you
feel is so meaningless
It's the words, the words you hear them all say
How you hear them ask why you're doing this
to them
And you ask why you did it, why you hurt them
Why you hurt people everytime and why it hurts
so bad
You keep asking yourself how much more can you
take?
How many more times will you do this to others?
And you don't want to hurt them anymore
You don't want to hurt yourself anymore
The tears never stop and you feel alone
Like no one understands the pain you feel
And you feel like the only way you can get it
out is by letting the blood drip
Like somehow it creates a solution and will
make it all better
All the mixed up thoughts and feelings slip
away
And you lose yourself with every drop at least
for a little while
And when the wounds become scars and
they show so easily on your skin
Sometimes people see the scars and know
They know all of the pain and they judge you
Thinking about how pathetic you are that you
had to do something as sick as that just
to escape your pain and emotions
They call you sick and weak and demented
When in fact they cant even understand
The pain or the hurt or the guilt
They dont know the darkness you feel
And how cutting yourself brings you some
sort of sick relief
And day after day it hurts a little less, as
you cut even more and even deeper
Its pain and its joy all because of fear
Your dark thoughts overtake you as you continue
to let the drops of blood drip
Never changing and always hurting.
By Melissa Y. Vasquez
7/23/06