These feelings are burning bright,
Causing the only light,
In another lonely night.
But it feels so right!
They burn away,
But the memories will stay.
I want to forget,
I'm full of regret.
Your 'eternal' love died away.
Here's a prayer to the funeral I missed.
But I guess I am okay.
All I do is cut my wrist.
I draw a picture,
The blade is my brush.
The canvas is my skin.
I do it to feel the rush.
