Crying myself to sleep every night,
I want to live a different life,
I’m told not to do this,
But when I do, I feel bliss.
Locking my bedroom door,
Picking up the razor and sit on the floor,
Pressuring it up against my flesh,
Cannot put these actions at rest.
Making one simple cut,
Seeing it as not enough,
Again the razor touches my skin,
Letting the blood release my thoughts within.
Thoughts in my mind are untold,
Trust in myself is what I don’t behold,
Walking out of my room not feeling myself in motion,
Nobody realizes, I’m Drowning In Emotions.*

 
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