Sarrah
Stitches
Copyright, Sarrah
there once was a girl
I like to pretend that she’s dead
I put her in a coffen
Underneath my bed
i buried her in petals
I wrapped her in lace
when she died she was laughing
And had a smile on her face
she said that i need her
and she new i believed
The more I tried to push her out
the more she didn’t want to leave
I tried to ignore her
and not here what she said
So i buried her away
Somewhere inside my head
Everytime i feel bad
I crawl back to her heart
she reopens old wounds
while making new scars
She get out her razor
and she screams and she shouts
After she slashes my wrist
I stitch up her mouth
I redig her grave
and bury her away
the more i want her to go
the more she tries to stay
she lives deep inside me
And whispers in my ear
she says all the ugly things
I can’t stand to hear
I look in her eyes
And tell her to get out
So she gets out her blade
and she screams and she shouts
She takes all the knives
and smashes the dishes
After she slashes my wrist
she rips out her stitches
she cries blood and perfume
and screams a curse of a song
she says “You’ll need me forever”
Forever seems so long
There once was a girl
I like to pretend that shes dead
she sleeps in a coffen
underneath my bed
Everytime I feel bad
she comes back to life
and she screams and she shouts
and she gets out her knife
she whispers in my ear
Says that i need her
I take the blade from her hands…
She knows I believe her.
My Knife
Copyright, Sarrah
Petals fall with no sound
In my hand, the sun goes down
I run away from my life
My blood my pain my knife
Stupid like the butchers wife
My love, My hate, My knife
The loss of pain is so nice
One cut doesn’t make me pure
Maybe, if i cut it twice
Petals burn without fire
Can’t see the difference between need and desire
I’m bleeding from with in
My blood my pain my skin
Punishment for sin
My hate, my love my skin
The loss of pain in so real
One cut doesn’t make me happy
One cut doesn’t make me feel