Although my pain is fading I still remained scarred Because when my feelings were hit they were hit hard So many empty thoughts and horrid memories Only one way to let my feelings free I translated my past into my little black book So secret that no one will ever take a look Filled with deception and lies But in the end the boy in the little black book dies You will have to peel it from my dead cold hands Read the writing so you can understand But by then the blood would have soaked through Staining every page obstructing your view Stories of heartbreak of which I wrote So many pages filled with suicide notes So many pages so many scripts No need for a pen I used my split fingertips Imprinted from left to right Scored so deep for the purpose of sight So many drawings of despair So many emotions I want to share A contents paged filled with scars and depression Hate letters filled with aggression Addressed to all the people who have never cared Instructions to a broken heart that will never be repaired An unknown author jots down his feelings Lays down at night staring at ceiling Feeling down and out, feeling heartbroken Theoretical text showing words that should be spoken The pain hurts so much yet it’s so addictive Just like the knife which is so inflictive Causing shallow cuts and bruised skin Releasing all the emotional pain I hide within So many hidden tears that make the ink run The letters fade one by one Sentences disappearing so only single words can be seen Blood drops still caught in between Lines crowded with guilt From this paragraphs of pain are built But still when you finally read it I will be dead Don’t feel regret and think of things you wish you said Just pick up the book and you will discover That I signed my name in blood on the back cover |