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You Can Not Cut the Heart
why do we carve this deep within
we hold the knife against our skin
the steel is cold, the edge is sharp
our canvas is the crimson tarp
unconsciously we let it slip
blood around the handle grip
release the red amusement park
and only slightly miss the mark
we slice the tension of the day
the hours slowly fade away
The message pumps within our veins
dark thoughts, low worries, greater pains
never do we dare to cry
masks we wear are held up high
walls are built and shields are raised
our dreary distant eyes are glazed
our parents knock upon the door
the tide will break upon the shore
we used to run the them for aid
now we run a dismal blade
past the love, hate and regret
we watch it flow, drip, dry and set
hide the knife beneath the bed
wash the sheets on which we bled
open the door to let them in
pretend we're fine and force a grin
what help is there for those of us
who hide the hurt and don't discuss
each and ever dark desire
covered up by steel and fire
the heart is such a fragile thing
and cruelty has a brutal sting
how do we push emotions aside
some choose to wear them with pride
still other wash them with red
how many times has your heart bled
perhaps there is a better way
to hold the greater storm at bay
but for now we'll be alright
as the daylight fades to night
and the storm clouds open up
with these veins to fill my cup
be still the dripping of the rain
behold the dripping of our pain
