Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Anthem of the Wrist Banger
Bang, stab, slit, puncture.
I close my eyes,
I can see another me.
The one I would have been
Had I not ruined myself
Through my own way of thinking.
She's got a lot of smiles to give,
She's got a lot of love in her heart.
But she's not me.
She's not the me who hates me,
Loathes me,
Can't stand to look at me.
She's not the me
Who collects sharp edges,
The me who has too many scars,
The me who has let sadness and tears
Dominate her feelings.
I don't know how to be that person.
I don't know how to
Put down the knife.
I don't know how to
Stop using the razorblades.
I don't know how to
Not bang my wrists, or itch them.
I don't know how to
See the beauty within me.
I'm not even sure what lies beneath the surface anymore.
September 15, 2006
Suge
I close my eyes,
I can see another me.
The one I would have been
Had I not ruined myself
Through my own way of thinking.
She's got a lot of smiles to give,
She's got a lot of love in her heart.
But she's not me.
She's not the me who hates me,
Loathes me,
Can't stand to look at me.
She's not the me
Who collects sharp edges,
The me who has too many scars,
The me who has let sadness and tears
Dominate her feelings.
I don't know how to be that person.
I don't know how to
Put down the knife.
I don't know how to
Stop using the razorblades.
I don't know how to
Not bang my wrists, or itch them.
I don't know how to
See the beauty within me.
I'm not even sure what lies beneath the surface anymore.
September 15, 2006
Suge
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Anthem of the Wrist Banger
Anthem of the Wrist Banger
