I hear you screaming at the top of your lungs
but your pleas will no longer reach me
you cannot come to me crying
after you so violently pushed me away
shoved me down in the gutter out of your life
your fall back crutch has cracked and broken
and so now you cannot use it to help you stand
in my coffin on the corner of your street
I’ll write out the last words I have for you

and then as these razors tear silently at my skin
I will forever turn my scarred back to you
and then as tears stream silently down my face
I will forever turn my scarred back to you

It seems like seven lifetimes ago when I would listen
and send my condolences along the line to you
when I would share in the shedding of your tears
when I would sweep away with my hand all your fears
and you would always be back to yourself when I left
and your problems I would cut to pieces and throw away
I went to sleep dreaming of seeing you the next day
I always slept dreaming of seeing you everyday

and then as these razors tear silently at my skin
I will forever turn my scarred back to you
and then as tears stream silently down my face
I will forever turn my scarred back to you

Here I am my once dear and close friend
watching these red pools grow as they fill with my blood
from each of my eleven self inflicted open lacerations
as the images before my eyes distort and twist themselves
I fiddle around for the box of razors left open on me floor
but find my body to weak to lift my arms or hands
but find my mind to weak to make my arms or hands move
but find my eyes to weak to form tears and cry as I die

and then as these razors tear silently at my skin
I will forever turn my scarred back to you
and then as tears stream silently down my face
I will forever turn my scarred back to you
and then as these razors tear silently at my skin
I will forever turn my scarred back to you
and then as tears stream silently down my face
I will forever turn my scarred back to you…………..
 
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