Eight Beautiful Times -------------------------------------------
I stroll away with my problems with a knife
I cut until I see myself bleed
The reasons why
I can’t say
Because you wouldn’t care anyways
It came down to this
Cutting my wrist
It’s plain to see
What I need
But the world doesn’t see
Only what they thought was me
I’m not crazy
But insane
For I've gone beyond a madman himself
And I’m willing to die
For the slightest outcast of life
I’m the outsider of outcast
But you’ll hear my voice at last
When indeed you’ll see
My sorrows for eternity
For eight times I’ve strike in plain sight
No one noticed for their sight needs to be restored
My cries for help they didn’t hear
Or should I say out of fear
That I might turn on them
To scared to be blamed
Realizing that no matter what
They care not that I cut
For I’ve done it eight times
And from them not a single line
Eight beautiful times
Not paid for not even a dime
They have the nerve to ask my why
The only reply is I want to die
Thinking I’ll stop this torment
But this is my payment
To this cruel thing they call life
But that it all came down to a knife
Why is that they scream
Why to rest for eternity
For eight beautiful times
I’ve strike in plain day light
It’s hard for you to believe
What you see
But what can I say
You wouldn’t believe me anyway
I’ve tired to tell you more than one time
But you thought I lie
No truth did you see
The words that came out of me
But like I said my debt did I paid
By the drops of blood and my tears of flood
You still don’t care
So to the world will I share?
The secret that lie within
From the beginning to the end
My ungrateful sin
For here I bend
Let everyone hear
Even if they don’t care
It’s something they’ll bare and leave with blank stares
Submission Name: Eight Beautiful Times
