You see it as abnormal
Shameful to the very thought
And you pity those who has be grabbed
By the same feelings that lead to that path
Whether it's a knife, fire, razor, or noose
It's all the same look in your eyes
You don't think about what lead to this road
Or how it is paved
You only see the tear filled scars
That we don't want you to see
And you call it ATTENTION SEEKING
Why would me bleeding make you think I want you to see me
Why can't it be that I view the world differently from your eyes
You may get up and smile while I sit in the back of my mind wonder why I was even born.
And you judge me with my reflection shattered to pieces and say that's not normal.
Well my question is what is.
What is it like to not have those thought of where you're
Next cut shall be
or if you can control it long enough for others to not worry
What does it feel like not to have a mask cause all I've ever been apart of was a masquerade for 1.
And you won't want to see what it looks like when the mask breaks
All of my mistakes haunt me and the shit that's not my fault, I dwell on them as if they were
So with the knife, I pray for a moment of freedom from these thoughts that plague me.
And with this knife that sympathize with me
We'll see what tomorrow brings.