I lay Myself To Death

people talking shouting, at my head
i hear not a word said from there lips
my mind, my soul, me
i dont wont to hear there bikering

my eyes well up, and my ear hotten
as my feet bring me to my room
my arms bring out and slam the door, lock

my body is flug, apon my bed
as my hot tears run
my head is apon the pillow, wetting it cover
as my lungs heev in the air
my body seems to be adreamed

my mind is left with the yelling, my heart stone dead
my fingers glide over the blade, and my eyes well up again
i drop the blade, stech out my arm, and glid my fingers
over my scars

for all the past fight and fits
for all the times im in my room
for all the time, im left out
a new cut comes up

so many memories have taken over
as drop by drop, the tears glide
gliding down my swolen cheeks
i pick up my blad, look at my arm
and cut soo deep, i cry some more

red come streamming, along with tears
as my pain comes and goe's
the pain relives my sorrow and hate
but then im left with scars
tear by tear, the are shown
my arm so cutfull, and sorrowfull

out the window do i throw my blade
and land myself apon my bed
blood still comming, reddening my bed
as that night, i lay myself to death