What.. do I feel?
I feel pain. Like blood flow, I can't live without it. But, my blood can be stopped.
So can the pain.
Careless feelings are my insanity
Killing myself would be a fantasy
Tearing apart the inside trying to find euthanasia
Take me and ask me why my sudden 'aphasia'
I watch myself push and I watch myself tear. I tear until everything in my mind is settled. But once my numbness is gone, I can no longer hold it in.
The crimson in my soul slides on my skin
Sharp and I feel it pour from within
Euphoria is near me
My feelings are numb, and so are the openings in my soul. I don't need release, I've got it.
No one can know me
Everyone one should hate me
Why do they care?
I look at myself. Who am I? Whatever I am, I like it. No one can take it away, It's a part of me I won't forget.
Pain can sometimes make you remember well. Now is one of those times.
I look forward to the memories, and I know they won't leave me either.
Sometimes, in fact, I think my memories are more important than me.
Well.. They are me. Pain is release; release is me.
Sometimes when there's no one to blame
I'll find release in making new pain
I'll tell the lies and I'll remember the truth
And no one will know what I put myself through