The Paper Bleeds

I run to my room.
The anger will boil over soon.
I lock the door,
Fall to the floor.
The glittering pen rests before my sight.
I'm falling again tonight.

Pleasure is turning.
My arm is burning.
Sweet release.
I need your peace.
The paper bleeds with crimson ink.

We fought again.
The wounds won't mend.
I was driven back,
To the strength I lack.

Clean for a week.
But without a voice to speak,
The crimson ink called to me.
The paper bleeds.

Pleasure is turning.
My arm is burning.
Sweet release.
I need your peace.
The paper bleeds with crimson ink.

We fought again.
The wounds won't mend.
I was driven back,
To the strength I lack.

I tried to give it away.
But I keep on feeding the pain.
Why when I soar for a moment,
Do I fall again to a world of torment?

Pleasure is turning.
My arm is burning.
Sweet release.
I need your peace.
The paper bleeds with crimson ink.

We fought again.
The wounds won't mend.
I was driven back,
To the strength I lack.

I want this addiction to leave me here.
I hate the girl in the mirror.
She isn't who I want to see.
She's not who I long to be.

Pleasure is turning.
My arm is burning.
Sweet release.
I need your peace.
The paper bleeds with crimson ink.

We fought again.
The wounds won't mend.
I was driven back,
To the strength I lack.

Darling I fell,
Back into my personal hell.
Can't I rise from the ashes?
The agony never passes.
The blade continues to stop my cries, it takes more of me.
Nightmares are my lullabies, the paper bleeds with crimson ink.