You heard the whispers as
The voices in your head, dormant for so long,
Sprang to life with a simple thought,
And even your despair
Couldn't silence them again.
You closed your eyes and turned away
But it was too late.
A poison flows within you now
And you've tried to bleed it out
But there's nothing you can do to
Purge yourself of a sin you didn't commit.
You're broken now,
Without a savior, left alone..
You try to cut the pain out
But the blade is never sharp enough
And the hurt is never close enough
To the surface.
Where did you go wrong?
You're tired of asking yourself the same questions,
Over and over until you scream,
Because you never know the answers.
Sometimes, you wonder if this Hell is really so bad,
If your blood is really so precious
That you can't just spill it all.
How much would it take to dig a little deeper,
To hurt a little more
For the sake of your fleeting sanity?
It doesn't change the fact
That the pictures are a part of you,
Carved into the softness of your skin,
Branding you an unlikely sinner.
They're so beautiful
That they take your breath away,
So you stop breathing...