Beth Holland
New member
Faded beautiful white frosted skin
Turning into a feild of scars
Skin flaking away
Getting realesed by your addiction
You can not stop
It's a curse
Holding it between your lips
Pulling up your long sleeves
You feel a wet drip*
Running down your chin
Must have cut your lips of sin
With your lips covered in blood
Letting out their crimison sin
You tell your self it's not enough
So you slice at your angel soft skin
Filled with numbness
The cuts letting you feel
While all your guilt, suffering, and hate
Goes inside making you want more scars of Shame*
Your blades turn rusted*
With a shatten tent of red
You make what should be your last cut
That turns into 10 freshly deep wounds
Deeper then the pass
Mutalating your vains*
Exploding with blood
Filled with pain and shame
You go insane*
Lost so much blood
Your life goes black
Waking up with a i.v in your limb
You were saved, put into a room
That is safest for you
*
Turning into a feild of scars
Skin flaking away
Getting realesed by your addiction
You can not stop
It's a curse
Holding it between your lips
Pulling up your long sleeves
You feel a wet drip*
Running down your chin
Must have cut your lips of sin
With your lips covered in blood
Letting out their crimison sin
You tell your self it's not enough
So you slice at your angel soft skin
Filled with numbness
The cuts letting you feel
While all your guilt, suffering, and hate
Goes inside making you want more scars of Shame*
Your blades turn rusted*
With a shatten tent of red
You make what should be your last cut
That turns into 10 freshly deep wounds
Deeper then the pass
Mutalating your vains*
Exploding with blood
Filled with pain and shame
You go insane*
Lost so much blood
Your life goes black
Waking up with a i.v in your limb
You were saved, put into a room
That is safest for you
*