"Comfort"
I find comfort in sharpness
Instead of happiness or love
Instead of getting over it
I force the release to come
A blade is not my enemy
But it's also not my friend
Going through this vicious cycle
Until the very end

"Sanity"
Crimson against silver
splitting white so fair
Numbness, no feeling
Until skin begins to tear
Hiding from al my feelings
whether its love anger or pain
Slowly dying inside
while trying to stay sane