I sang this on a demo album about a million years ago. Day is Done….Peter, Paul and Mary….Raymond, this one’s for you:
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Day 18 and my fingers still itch for the blade. Will the urge to cut never go away? I’ve found that when I get a papercut or trip and fall scraping a part of my body brings the same kind of relief that cutting did. Mary’s boyfriend called me a whore when she brought me up in conversation. He doesn’t like me very much… I came out to my schools GSA under oath no one would say anything outside the group. When my parents find out I’m afraid of what is gunna happen to me. My family loves very conditionally. I hate it. I can’t […]
I thought about it again. Taking all my pills at once. About cutting, Mum is slamming me again and my sister cant stop finding out my flaws. The kids at school just can’t stop after they saw me flirting with Mary. I want it all to end. I don’t want to let Her down but I feel hopeless. I feel like there’s something wrong with me. I feel like something isn’t right with me. Maybe I’m just paranoid though. My grades are slipping and I’m trying to keep them up. I have to get all A’s. Otherwise homelife is more like life in Hell. I […]
This girl I really like, Mary, found out that I cut. And about my recent suicide attempt. She took my arm today and drew all over it. Hearts, butterflies, her name, the whole shebang. She told me shes rooting for me and that I can get through this. I think I believe her. So I’m setting the clock to zero and letting the numbers grow. Hopefully I won’t have to reset it to zero any time soon. I’m going for a personal record of over a week clean. Wish me luck 🙂
No more CD’s. A newfound album; That’s how the song started. And then it got beautiful, And hell, back and forth… Wishing to ride the beautiful one, like a Yoshi…***
by Bisban
written by Bisban
The corridors, of that black nightmare. When your soul was raped, in your death.
The sound of the devil, was the first line. In the background, a Mega Man. Shooting his blast, his color is blue. The music alters, I speak it’s colors. In the name of death, I seek for Mary, and the celestial. The child, that will teach humanity.
Mother. There used to be a cosmic warrior. The music suddenly turns so beautifully.
Saying the words “if.” Goddess, with her Trident. A base so that I may heal.
Like the celestial child of celibacy. Away from the apolypse. Gather our warriors.
Shepherd, the […]