Post by zonacruz6 on Apr 21, 2002 16:38:34 GMT -5
THE KNIFE
The knife is sitting there,
I watch it with curiosity.
What will you do to me this time?
I am getting sick of the same old cuts.
Do you think that maybe you could
cut me a little deepers?
Make me bleed just alittle more.
This will be my satisfaction.
No one can find out, so show me a secret place.
Because I feel the urge coming
and I don't think I can stop it.
I need to cut.
I pick up the knife and begin to slice.
I feel the initial heat of your sharpness
Digging into my skin.
But it does not hurt.
I smile, because I am pleased.
I am pleasing myself.
I am punishing myself
and I deserve this.
I begin to cut deeper, and deeper still.
I cut for so long that I can't remember how long it's been.
I look down at myself, all that I see is blood.
I wipe my finger across it, and I am satisfied.
The cuts were more intense this time,
and I can only anticipate what's next.
It doesn't even hurt, when it seems like it should.
Am I crazy, or is this how life is supposed to be?
-------------------
JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY
I lay in my bed and whisper to myself,
"You are a pathetic person."
I know it's true, but I don't know how else to be.
For you are the epitome of my being.
I dialed your phone number just to hear you say
I looked nice today.
You are the one person in this whole damned world
Who makes me feel like a person.
I smile at the sight of you,
but when you're with her, I cry inside.
I want you to be happy,
but can't you be happy with me?
I am a pathetic person.
I believe in fate, I think you are mine.
That day we met, I felt a connection.
When I saw you for the first time, I wanted to hold you.
I know that no matter what, wherever life takes us,
we are soulmates and we will both know one day.
I'll be yours and you mine.
Maybe it won't last forever, but by God, it surely feels like this is supposed to be a plan. A plan formed by God.
Maybe I am crazy, or too into these spiritual feelings
that go along with me loving you, but I don't care.
I like who I am because of it.
I like loving you.
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say,
but if you don't, that's ok. I know we are soulmates,
I just don't know how long it will be before
we can bring that to light.
But, God, I just, I had to say all this.
Because I feel it. I feel like I'm going to explode
whenever I need to say something to you.
And I can't. So here it is. I love you.
Everything about you, Mike. I love you.
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The knife is sitting there,
I watch it with curiosity.
What will you do to me this time?
I am getting sick of the same old cuts.
Do you think that maybe you could
cut me a little deepers?
Make me bleed just alittle more.
This will be my satisfaction.
No one can find out, so show me a secret place.
Because I feel the urge coming
and I don't think I can stop it.
I need to cut.
I pick up the knife and begin to slice.
I feel the initial heat of your sharpness
Digging into my skin.
But it does not hurt.
I smile, because I am pleased.
I am pleasing myself.
I am punishing myself
and I deserve this.
I begin to cut deeper, and deeper still.
I cut for so long that I can't remember how long it's been.
I look down at myself, all that I see is blood.
I wipe my finger across it, and I am satisfied.
The cuts were more intense this time,
and I can only anticipate what's next.
It doesn't even hurt, when it seems like it should.
Am I crazy, or is this how life is supposed to be?
-------------------
JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY
I lay in my bed and whisper to myself,
"You are a pathetic person."
I know it's true, but I don't know how else to be.
For you are the epitome of my being.
I dialed your phone number just to hear you say
I looked nice today.
You are the one person in this whole damned world
Who makes me feel like a person.
I smile at the sight of you,
but when you're with her, I cry inside.
I want you to be happy,
but can't you be happy with me?
I am a pathetic person.
I believe in fate, I think you are mine.
That day we met, I felt a connection.
When I saw you for the first time, I wanted to hold you.
I know that no matter what, wherever life takes us,
we are soulmates and we will both know one day.
I'll be yours and you mine.
Maybe it won't last forever, but by God, it surely feels like this is supposed to be a plan. A plan formed by God.
Maybe I am crazy, or too into these spiritual feelings
that go along with me loving you, but I don't care.
I like who I am because of it.
I like loving you.
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say,
but if you don't, that's ok. I know we are soulmates,
I just don't know how long it will be before
we can bring that to light.
But, God, I just, I had to say all this.
Because I feel it. I feel like I'm going to explode
whenever I need to say something to you.
And I can't. So here it is. I love you.
Everything about you, Mike. I love you.
-feedback appreciated- Thanks.