Cut ItI’ve got so much to sayBut not enough words to say it; Perhaps I should scream itOr cry it,No;I should cut it.Blood speaks so much louder than words,Blades cry so much sharperPain screams so much softerAnd it’s the only way I know how to talkEven if it makes it hard to walkFor days after.I think I’m going to hell,Well, that’s just swellBecause ever since I fellPain’s all I’ve known anyway.It’s like a blanket,Hiding all the hate from view,The shield between me and the monster,The monster that is me.Ever heard of freedom?Yeah, so have I,But I don’t know what it isOnly tha
The Room Across the HallwayIt’s just the room across the hallway,Piled high with junk And faraway thoughts,Empty isolationAnd forgotten retorts.It’s just the room across the hallway,It used to be hersBut then she went away,No matter how hardI’d beg and pray.It’s just the room across the hallway,I refuse to go inBecause ghosts of the pastRemind me of how life Can never last.It’s just the room across the hallway,Damp up the walls,We don’t talk about her,Because it hurts more To remember.I’d rather just forgetAnd lose all the happy thoughts,As well as all the regretOf that room across the hallway.
shortCUTWhy run a mileWhen you can walk a yard?Why make something easyInto something hard?All I need’s a sharp thing,Something strong and goodTo help me succeed At the one thingI only ever could.
Carry OnI like sharp things;The way they shineThe way they hurtThe way they leave a red line.I like to bleed;The way it's redThey way it hurtsThe way it washes out what they said.I like to live;The way it's wrongThe way it hurtsThe way it tells me that I am strong.
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeMaybe you want them to seeMaybe you want them to care aboutHow you’re lost and lonely me.Maybe you want them to askMaybe you want them to knowMaybe you want them to care about How your happiness is a show.Maybe you want them to quietMaybe you want them to listenMaybe you want them to care aboutHow your blood does glisten.Maybe you want them to leave youMaybe you want them to dieMaybe you want them to care about How your life’s just a lie.
Better ThanYou are My brotherYou're not My lover.They called meA dumb whoreYou said I was more.You areMy best friendHere toThe end.They hurt meSo badly But you fixedMe gladly.You are My leaderNot just Some bleeder.You gave meSo muchTo keep meIn touch.You areMore thanMy trustySure plan;You areMy brotherBetter thanMy lover.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a lieBut it made you smileWould it still be a sin?If I opened the doorBut turned you awayWould you still come in?If I sliced my skin But it didn't hurtWould it still be wrong?If I acted all braveBut couldn't face itWould I still be strong?If I tied my nooseAround a tree's open armsWould it be an embrace?If I left tonightAnd begged you stayWould you still give chase?If I committed sinBut hurt nobodyWould I be welcome above?If I do something you hateBut only for your goodCould it still be true love?
LifelineI hate how I look;The cuts,The fat,The bags beneath my eyes.I hate who I am;The hurt,The angstThe endless torrent of lies.Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn'tAnd I don't do things I know I should,Only that I could and would,So doBecause that's how people work.Everyone has motivesAnd nobody is selflessOnly helplessIn this world that doesn't wantTo understand.Everyone's gonna dieAnd I'm not gonna lie;Sometimes that thought is the only thingThat gets me through the day.I miss my old razor blade;Scissors don't go deep enoughThis red isn't my favorite shade;I like it purer,More heartfelt Then I could be surer Th
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayWas when I thought of dyingAnd how good I am at lyingEach and every single day.I've got a box of painkillersThey sleep right by my bedFor when all I see is red,They'll numb it into darkest white.I've tried talking to people,But I can't word what I want to sayAnd maybe I like living this way,Knowing that I'll die soon.I know I'm self-destructiveMy crosshatch skin screams itBut inside there's a little bitThat still aches to be saved.I've tried before and I'll try againTo put my worthlessness awayBut fate forced me to stay;Death's a bitch like that.Life makes me want to dieYet it won't let me
Things I'll Never SayThere are certain things I’ll never say,Like how I thought about killing myself todayJust to keep my own scary thoughts away.Like how I stay awake way too lateTo be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.Like how I soaked white into red last nightAnd turned myself into a ghastly sight. Like how it hurts too much to breatheWhen I make my own skin seethe. Like how I Google things I shouldn’tWhen I want to do things I couldn’t.Like how I’m scared of being aloneYet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty sh
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;All up and down my legs.They sleep in my skinAnd hide my sin,My precious red fireflies.They ignite my bodyAnd set it ablaze.They turn all of my painInto a crimson haze,My precious red fireflies.They burn through fleshIn a criss-cross meshAnd spread their wings All over me,My precious red fireflies.They hum silently,Painfully,Whispering away my shame.They burn brightly,Painfully,Setting my blood aflame,My precious red fireflies.I hate them but they love meBut nobody can ever seeBecause they refuse to leave.Not that I want them to;Because they care,They understandMore than you ever could
Accidents - MIKILLIEFandom: My Chemical Romance/Green DayPairing: Mikillie (Mikey Way and Billie Joe Armstrong)Point of View: MikeyThe first time I saw him, my big brother's best friend, it was an accident. I swear it was. It could have just as easily been on purpose, what with the amount of spine-tingling pleasure it gave me, but it was honestly an accident. Just like the way I couldn't take my eyes off of the older boy, a young man really, nor keep my mind from the fact that he was in nothing but one of Mom's white towels with hot water still dripping down his bare chest.The first day I saw Billie Joe Armstrong, the most awe-striking guitarist and sing