My Soul yells at me
I’m dying inside
wishing that I felt no pain
but It keeps coming
I take the pills
of pain and hate
to wish it all away
when the pills
wear off
I slit
my wrist
to see the blood run down my arm

she cuts and bleeds to fell the pain
she cuts and bleeds, it leaves a stain
she cuts and bleeds everyday
she cuts and bleeds because she cannot say
say what she needs, what she wants
if she does it will cost
cost a price too high to pay

And how are we supposed to get out of this,
after our hope has been washed out and dried,
and the fevers stay burning our foreheads and skulls,
not even cooled by the tears that we’ve cried.

through the blistering cold she falls to her feet
to land in the warmth of your touch
her glass slippers give way to the dancing
but the scent of your voice is too much
the chandeliers hang from the ceiling
the cocktails overflowing with pride