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I want to be an emo

And now
The pain that surges inside me
It’s always there
But why in me?
Why am I the one to hurt
The one to cut my self to scars
On skin and mind and puking up some healthy bars
I cut and cut, the pain won’t come
My senses like my nerves is gone
Cut off from the rest of my body
Like the blade that cut it’s name on me
I think the name was Cody
Cold as a fish, hard as a stone
That’s how I became when I was left all alone

25. november 2006


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