These Tears I Cry

I Cry Out For Help Within These Walls
Between These Blades Of Redness Falls

Submerged In Sadness And Drowned In Pain
I Slit My Wrist And Let It Rain

One Cut, Two Cut, Three Cut, Four
Late At Night I Cut Some More

I Lie Within This Bloody Gore

I'm Trying To Somehow Channel The Pain
And Release These Emotions Within Each Vein

It's An Addictive Disease, With a Bloody Scare
The Secret Hell Of Who You Are

Silently On The Bed I Ly
Weakening With Each Red Tear I Cry

I Really Don't Have A Choice
When a Bloody Blade Becomes My Voice

On the Count of One

She sits in her room
Tired and alone
She's too scared to sleep
And too proud to let it be known

Hiding from reality
Afraid of what people will say
She'd rather just let it happen
And pray it will someday be okay

The night is coming fast
And her heart begins to race
She closes her eyes as he walks through the door
Never wanting to see his face

Yet again he takes her hands
And holds them tightly above her head
Takes advantage of the soul he's erased
Leaves her feeling dead

She deserves the abuse she gets
But she can't bare it anymore
He takes advantage of her lifeless body
Then calls her a stupid whore

He finally leaves her room
Not knowing it will be the final time
The girl decides to take her life
Put an end to her his crimes

She reaches under her bed
Places her hand upon a gun
She's scared but knows she'll soon be at peace
On the count of one...