At least then I knew
What it was that hurt so much
Sharp blades slicing
A sweet and tender metal touch
But now my razors’re gone
I dug them down one day
That day I felt stronger
All obstacles had been torn away
What am I supposed to do
Now when it hurts again
I have no longer wounds
To blame for all of my pain
~:~
Got into a fight
With a wall, so my fists are bruised
I hit it hard over and over
That wall hurted = Pain Excused
All these tears that fall
Striping my face, constant nose-dop
Why? I explained what hurted
It was the wall, and it doesn’t stop
I hate that wall
It hits so hard against my fist
Every punch aches
Same pain as the razors to my wrist
Just another way
To explain my reasonless pain
This is my way
To prove to myself that I’m still sane
Copyright 2004 Storm
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