Heart black as coal
Soul so hollow you can hear the wind
Emotions so drained you feel nothing
You cut just to feel something
Yet you still smile and wear that mask
When your alone the mask is off
One drop of blood hits the floor and you feel relief
The second falls and your light as air
The third hits and the rush goes away
You clench your chest sobbing so hard it hurts
You fall asleep that night cuddling the knife
The only thing that gives you feeling
Months go by and now a rope hangs before your eyes
You look at it holding your knife tightly
As you kick the chair away you hold the knife
It slowly slips from your lifeless hand hitting the floor
All goes black and its a new feeling that the knife had never made you feel
The feeling of Freedom.
