Melo-D
The Cutter
Copyright Melo-D
The knife was out with a metallic gleam;
if skin could talk, then it would scream.
The slashes on her skin…
seem to ease the pain within
She feels like she needs to punish herself,
she grabs the knife as it calls from the shelf.
The slashes on her skin…
seem to ease the pain within
She hides her scars from the world outside.
What she really wants to hide is the pain that won’t subside.
The slashes on her skin…
seem to ease the pain within
The world around her thinks she’s crazy
but when she’s slicing it all gets hazy.
The slashes on her skin
seem to ease the pain within
She sits in a room without any others
and no one to tell her how they love her.
The slashes on her skin
seem to ease the pain within
This time she presses in too deep
and then the blood begins to seep
The slashes on her skin
never eased the pain within.
The Mascot
Copyright Melo-D
They found him hanging in the basement His neck was in a noose If anyone had known they would’ve cut him loose
Saw him hanging lifeless no color in his face His parents wish they’d found him in any other place
No one can imagine what was going through his head what could be so awful that he’d feel better off dead
Went to the funeral with tears falling down my cheek the loss hit me so hard, I couldn’t even speak
Began to wonder why it couldn’t have been me Was he happier now, was his soul set free?
(J you know we will always miss you just wish you would’ve talked it through)
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