Junior Mboweni

The Cutting Game

I cut myself, I call it the cutting game

Watch the scares heal and cut again

Cutting out all the pain

Cutting the surface but the inner struggle stays the same

 

Idolized a few who held their destiny by the horns

You tie your laces, tying nooses is their porn

To raise hell, for what more were they born

They say watch out for roses, watch out for they have thorns

 

Holding on, it won\'t be long til this ride is over

A two tailed coin is what it is, I\'d rather the end be closer

blue in the face as the sky, as the wind blows through my composure 

Gift and a curse, I\'m glad I leave it all when it\'s over

 

Suicide is an option, I think about it

CSI as I see a clearer side 

No sewer slide but the stench of How I feel inside

I cut myself and lie on what I feel is pride