forget

forget the pain
forget the hurt
forget your brain
throw your knowledge in the dirt.

forget your family,
forget your friends,
expect there to be a dead end.

nothing matters,
exept for that blade,
it's like a little kid,
getting candy at the parade.

pick up your razor,
and make that slit,
trying to form a perfect fit.

it's all your life,
you and your knife.
it's finally going your way,
those scars are the only pay.

but one day i'll find out,
because i know your trying to shout,
to tell me what you've done is wrong,
and why it's taken so long.