Going through the motions of every day
Trying to make you all think I’ve changed my ways.
Living life stuck in this daze.
How could you believe I changed my mind?
Have you met me? I’m not fine.
I don’t believe I should even try
Not me. Not I.
All I’ve ever wanted to hear is what I tell you.
Yet no one gets the hint, they don’t have a clue.
“Don’t worry sweetie, it’s nothing you do.
Would I lie to you?”
And as my fingers tremble with the ache of memories
I wish you were here to give my hand a squeeze.
If no one were around I’d drop to my knees
And Death I would plead.
Let’s all get together
for a rousing game of “have you ever”
Have you ever felt so low
that nothing was real?
Have you ever wanted to paint a canvas of skin and veins
Only to regret it every day?
Have you ever wanted to run away from every pain
And live your days in another place?
Have you ever been told no?
Have you ever been afraid to disappoint;
Afraid you couldn’t work your own voice?
Have you ever wondered what it’s like on the other side?
I wonder if it’s really a heaven in the sky?
Maybe it’s nothing and you really do just die.
Have you ever felt so buried under stress
that you couldn’t even get dressed?
Have you ever wanted to down a bottle
And feel powered, full-throttle?
Have you ever hoped to bleed dry
So you could be light enough to fly?
Have you ever dreamed of bleeding skin
then woke up, wishing it had happened?
Have you ever loved the pain of an open sore
So much so that you made some more?
Have you ever loved someone so much so
that you didn’t even care where your own life would go?
All these things.
I can’t talk anymore.
My heart is throbbing.
It’s so beautiful.
And now I can’t do it
and I’m going crazy.
I want it so much.
Why can’t I just create one more painting?
One more piece of art?
I don’t want to be a forgotten artist.
First, you feel the cool against your fingers.
Let yourself calm down.
Everything will be ok.
Next, comes reluctant defiance as you move closer and closer.
Contact. The point meets flesh
Add a little pressure and adrenaline does the rest.
Your fingers twitch, you feel a scratch.
Now just watch, sit back. Relax.
You see the pure, white innocence
Soon, it’s gone. Covered by red.
The white line turns crimson, and the shame fills your head.
But you don’t care.
You continue to watch the mesmerizing show.
It’s delicious and sick, watching it flow.
You feel the pain, you know it’s there
it’s part of the experience
there’s no more hesitance.
Now the red runs down
It meets the clear water
And that beautiful droplet twirls and dances until there’s nothing left to see.
And so you repeat.
So many reminders
So many temptations
How could I do this?!
How dare I blow it all again?!
If it weren’t for you
I’d be in shreds
I still want to