Brooklyn-Burning

I watch, Mesmerised. As your fingers dance over The black and white keys. I stare, Immobilised, As I fall in love. Carry on dancing, Please.

You can choke on your tears for all i care, While your blood stains your skin crimson. Put on that fake smile that you wear, It makes everything OK, within reason. You use razorblade after razorblade, Making each cut a little deeper in turn. Look now at this mess you've made, You would have thought you'd learn. You can feel that feeling inside of you, When you give up and stop caring. And all the pain and hurt is coming through, When your world itself is tearing.

Punctured Vein, Slipping away. Get your blood fix, It'll be ok. Relief at last, Many days have gone Without your blood fix, It wasn't for long. With each cut Goes the pain. You've had your blood fix, Now, go away.

Wave after wave The pain hits me hard, Black tears are falling Down onto my arm. You've gone from me now Forever and ever And I wont have you back Not now, not ever. I'm missing you So much, it hurts, Seeing you like this, So down in the dirt. I want you back In my life again, And i write down my feelings With this graphics pen.

It doesn't hurt when you're upset. No matter how hard you press, No matter how much it bleeds. No matter how sharp the blade, You don't feel anything when you're upset. This isn't about Him, This is about me, About how i feel About myself Nothing can change it, Not even plastic surgery. It won't bleed, No matter how hard i press, It just won't bleed. My wrists and arms, a mangled mess Can't tell where one scar ends and another begins. Now it bleeds. I should stop, people will see. And a solitary tear rolls down my cheek.