Pixie

By the Door Bleeding

Copyright, Pixie

I sit by the door a knife in my hand
I cut I bleed you wouldn’t understand
I slit and slice I cut and dice
No amount of scars will suffice
My arms my legs my eyelashes bleed
This blood spilling addiction I must feed
I’m going insane, fucking crazy
Blood loss over the top my vision hazy
I sit by the door no knife in my hand
I’m alone I’m scared you wouldn’t understand
I scream and cry I wish I could die
No amount of therapy will make me try
My arms my legs my eyelashes weak
This life eating addiction, I can’t speak
I’ve gone insane, I’m fucking crazy
Hope loss over the top my soul hazy
I sit by the door in a padded room
My body consumed, death will come soon

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