Dying in a broken home
All the time I must've known
You'd break all the stitches sewn
The threads that held together my heart
You slowly began to pull apart
Though I didn't know it from the start
Dying inside must be my art
My wrists have been torn open wide
A slash for every time I've cried
Trying to drain the hurt inside
Another tale of suicide
Now you'll never realize
The beauty I saw in your eyes
And why I suddenly began to despise
Hearing the sound of my silent cries
I was just so sick of hearing him say
"It'll all be better one day!"
He can't be sure it'll be that way
Perhaps my life is doomed to grey
My vision's beginning to fade
As I glance towards the blade
On my skin where it's laid
And my destiny's been made
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