TPR (Truth Plagued Razorblades)

Aching pains cut through my insides,
like razorblades through a wrist.
Haunting memories plague my mind,
A plague that should not exist.

Shameful truthes caught in my eyesight,
The same truthes tearing me up inside.
I can't get them to leave me alone,
Can't make them go away.

Yeah I fight back!
Gaining control of my soul.
With a knife thats!
Giving me all of the pull.
I drive it in you!
Not one concern for you life.

Your already dead in my mind..

By: Errane Myr