more than these self inflicted wounds

more than these self inflicted wounds.

the beads around your neck,
do they ever move?

does the faith you believe in ever disappoint you?
it has to at some point in time.

is it all fun and games to you?
anything you tell me, it makes me bleed.

no seriously, it does.

the cuts and scratches i tell you arent from falling over.
these self inflicted wounds hurt less then the pain in my heart.

the music is in my soul.
picking me up from where you left me.
giving me motivation to kill this ghost within.

not wanting you dead.
is the least i can want for you.

speaking my mind of myself.
tears the soul into shattering pieces,
yet no body seems to mind.

or is that so no one noticed what i have become?

not wanting the life i gave myself,
everything seemed to hard to have yet i threw it away for its all i know.

dont laugh,
dont cry,
dont hurt,
dont look,
just leave me be,
and everything could be me.

again.

simple but awsome

it was ok...not great...but ok