Treasure Island

remain a mystery

My *@#$%! and me

open your heart
put it on a shelf
tell them all your gruesome story
tell them how you felt

they saw your scars
they know the truth

now they want you to spill
tell them all about your pill
you fight the drug
you hide so well

hide inside yourself
hide inside your lie

all thats left is evidence
you weren't as smart as you thought you were
you left the evidence
for all to see

they opened you
they see what you do

they found them all
they found them stained
in a box beneath your bed
opened up the long existence

ashamed of it
you want ot split

bloody wrists
and bloodshot eyes
who can sleep
with this lie

just deal with it
they'll have a fit

i've been exposed
so now you see
ive runaway

just my razors and me

Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 05, 2010

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