Unsatisfied

S-L-I-C-E

Copyright, Unsatisfied

Sitting in my room crying,
Trying to understand,
Every sense of happiness I feel.
Every sense of happiness I want to feel.
Every sense of happiness I need to feel.
Maybe that needle on the floor will help,
Just grab it, pick the needle up.
My body screams no,
My mind screams no,
My needs scream yes.
Just pick that needle up and
Roll up your sleeve.
Take off that wristband that hides,
Your sadness,
Your craziness,
That hides all you do,
And…
S
L
I
C
E
Slice away all the emotional pain.
Turn it into physical pain,
For physical hurts less.
Watch yourself bleed,
Watch this thick, red liquid stain your body.
Close your eyes,
Wipe your tears,
Wipe your blood.
Wipe every part of you away.
And hide your acts with a simple piece of clothe,
And wait for the next slice to take place.

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