Sharp Thoughts
By Kassidy Voelker
And Tristan Rethman

We cut into our skin because we're angry,
we're sad, we're hurtin
we're trying to hide it but We're lost and we're broken.
We cut into our skin because we want to see the scars we feel on the inside. We want to have proof that we are still alive.
We cut because its all thats left,
were done looking for a better way, we dont talk about it because we don't trust through the day
we cut into our skin because its all we know.

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.

Stupid worthless pieces of ****.
give me a good hit, i can take it
no one ever gives a **** about us
you people at school all beat me, and then leave me there to die.
throw me down and tell me to cry. you're a bunch of ******* cowards,
Hiding from the communities responsibility to love
Im trying not to love you, I'm trying not to falter
I'm trying to live my life wishing you weren't there.
I'm trying not to wonder why you can't hear the pain inside

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.

I'm sorry i cant help myself.
I fell in love with thyself
your memory may haunt me
but your soul will float away quickly.
I got rid of you only because i never needed you.
I thought i would never see the day I'd leave you
now i can walk freely through this world
not feeling like I'm walking on glass
i threw everything away,
the heart you gave me and the one you took away.
Im not perfect
I have flaws
but all that aside youll never find one who loves you more than me.

BRIDGE:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead.
the sugar bowl is empty, and my body is stained red.

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.

Im scared to fall. Im scared to get hurt.
Im afraid youll leave me, without another word.
You wont even tell me why
the only thing youll leave me with, is the word "goodbye."
How will i deal?
What will i feel?
All this will be to me is another game i dont have time to play.
My heart is already broken.
My heart is already worn.
I need to find all the pieces, that you have gone and torn.
Why did you do this?
What did i do wrong this time?
I knew you would leave me, in a blink of an eye.
But I still felt as I was safe to try

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.

You used to be plentiful.
Now, I'm just an empty hull.
Without a goal.
Wishing the pain was dull.
Wanting someone to hear my plea.
I guess thats just another thing we will have to see.
I really do love you. I really do care.
Am i alive or am i dead?
My skin is not bare
my regrets in my head.
feeling so empty and cold,
like a puddle of my own blood forming the silhouette of a mold.
wondering if ill ever be missed,
Ever be kissed
Ever be wanted
Ever be daunted
Because I'm trapped by my own darkness
lost to the lucidity of my mind.
The depression, a war in time.
counting down the days left of my lifetime.
Lost in all these silly rhymes.
trying to breathe, but no longer living, lost all hope, lost all meaning.. Confused with what is real,
saying grace at my last meal.
Counting down the seconds to death, watching in hell as they put me to rest.

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.

I'm exhausted pretending to be who I'm not
To avoid the people who make me distraught
No, I don't want sleep
No, I don't want rest
My heart is tired of beating
My lungs tired of breathing
My whole self tired of just being
No, my friend, I don't want sleep
The sleep I want is the kind you don't wake up from

CHORUS:
Painting with a razor, on the canvas of skin.
The scars left on the outside, are nothing to those within.
So color it in secret, and paint it white. Something to remind you, of what you know wasnt right.




I know it is stupid but I wish I could make this a song so I could listen to it a ton
ImNotReallyFine ImNotReallyFine
18-21, M
Aug 29, 2014