Morphine.

Morphine Drips.

Searching for something I will never find.

 

Why don't you help me lose my broken mind? 

 

I'm just waiting for someone to figure me out,

 

 Without making me scream and shout.

 

Listen to my silences for once in your life.

 

Silences caused by a wound from your knife.

 

Stab me in the  back once, and again,

 

Scar my skin that was once so plain.

 

Cut my heart into bloody red shreds,

 

Pull my stitches out, those black threads, 

 

Unravel them, unwind them, cut them off

 

Rip out my lungs, blood makes me cough,

 

Kill me slowly, painfully, break me down, 

 

Use that razor blade, make me a clown,

 

Cut into my face a joker-like grin,

 

Cut into my arms the words 'lie' and 'sin'

Treat me like a punch bag, beat me blue,

 

Beat me black, I will forever hate you,

 

Now you've lost any of my love and trust,

 

My gut feeling is that this is really unjust.

 

But I enjoy this pain from your knife edge,

 

Just enough to keep me from the ledge,

 

Just stay away from me, you're like a drug,

 

A morphine drip I just can't unplug.