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Confession To Myself
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Self Harm just a little scratch to break skin
no big deal, just enough to make it hurt
perfect crimson jewels all in a row
nobody has to know but me and my jaded heart
comfort comes from past betrayals
and present secrets unfolding at last
such a sad thing to find beauty at the sight...
misconceptions buried deep in my soul
a phrase stuck in my head "This too shall pass."
as I crave self inflicted wounds to empty my sorrows
alone inside, dying, crying I pick up the phone
but nobody answers...they never do
and what if they did? I'd just be wrong again...
I have a friend, a trusted confidante
but shiny and cold she cannot embrace me
all she can do is bleed out the regret and tormented thoughts
and it's only temporary bliss
for then we part and I see the damage she has caused
ashamed, afraid to be myself... being myself doesn't seem wanted
or good enough to earn me love or affection anyways
falling faster in dreams and reality until the day I hit the ground
and break but this time I may never be the same again
