Braden's Poetry

Just a little pain out side
To drain the insane pain you hide
A smile full of bloody teeth
Hiding the twisted meaning underneath

Acting like it's another fantasy fad
Hiding your scars from mom and dad
Pretty soon you'll see what they mean
When you lose your arm to gang green

Pull the blade across the flesh let it sever
Hide inside the wounded heart that bleeds forever
If there is no love in this cruel place
Then you can feel free to cut off your face

Your right arm's purpose to let creations escape
Your left arm's a victim of the pain it creates
He little blade, the submission, the sin
Blood stains the four walls that you're forever trapped in

If you killed yourself it would be accidental
You'll be completely drained - physical, emotional, and mental
Just a dried up pile of scarred skin and broken bones
With a final breath of life for the pain that's a jones

Addicted to the blade like a junkie to the needle
You crawl to the knife looking pretty feeble
Everyone around you ridicules your obsession
To you, it's just another watered down confession

All of the hate and love in this world
The blood on the blade is you're love for a girl
She left without saying goodbye too many times
Now her words are carved across your flesh in lines

All of the death and life that is breathing
The blood on the blade is this place that you are leaving
It didn't welcome you and it let you go in peace
Now that place is soaking up the blood from your knees

You became a bloody mess of shredded flesh and black breath
Two inches from your chest is the final cut to your death
Leave again go away come around when you have healed your wounds
So we can analyze and say what will be over your head on your tomb

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