scissors by Devon E MattysIt's a wretched feeling To feel alone To have only one person you can talk to And that person doesn't want you.
And so you live your life And it goes by And you sit and wonder and wait And there's always something there to distract you... Some wall you can use or some piece of glass... or a rock
But then you find out you could get into trouble... ...fines - oh no! Can't have fines... We're too poor for fines
And you don't want to wake the neighbors So you look around And look around And sit and wonder and wait And you're bored because After all, there's really nothing to do
And your nose is running. So you begin to wonder... what would this be like if it were blood? And something inside you wants to find out. Something deep inside wants to know.
There are scissors in your desk drawer.
It's amazing how painless it really is. You have a forehead, everyone does, And you have both skin and skull there And blood flowing underneath... So it makes it easy. Painless. You don't even notice Until that blood that might not be blood has covered your hands And they've become too sticky For you to touch anything... so you can't even push yourself up and rise... 11/02/2001 Posted on 11/02/2001 Copyright © 2024 Devon E Mattys
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