Oh the rage is getting to me, no no I can't control it anymore
Its getting to my head and fucking me up in every way possible
No I don't wanna go out of control, I don't want the things and the people around me to control me
But this time
This fucking time
I can't control it no more
Heart beat getting faster, sweating and shaking like I never have before
The urge to feel the pain is scaring me to death
The things I'm capable of doing to myself, it terrifies me
Why am I hurting?
I dont even know
Its like the mind is the darkness in me
Scars on my bare skin reminding me not to leave any more memories of these bad days
But no no I do not hesitate to make another fresh mark on my skin
Not just one, plenty
Does it give me any pleasure?
I wish it did sometimes
(Walking down the memory lane - the bad days)
Fauza.F
