Tissue

I can’t think, can’t breathe
Someone cut a hole in me
Break the flesh, make a mess
Wipe it up with tissue

Press, drag, shaking hands
Feels like nothing anymore
Can’t give up; worse than fags
Wipe it up with tissue

Watch the gap fill up with red
Starts to burn a little bit
Just before I go to bed
Wipe it up with tissue

Here’s one I made earlier -
Look at the size of that scar
Now get your scissors and
Score along the dotted line

Don’t worry if it hurts
You’ll soon find it’ll
Take away the pain you feel
And wipe away your worries

Now wipe away your worries
Yes they’re in the blood
Dark and thick, and sick; it’s good to let them out
And wipe it up with tissue