Massaging my temple
Try to calm the ruckus inside...
My heart is empty
Hollow, dry, forsaken...
Everything within you clenches and contracts
Fists, muscles, hearts and conscience...
Why do you play such cruel tricks
With such a fragile subject...
See these scars,
Upon my wrist...
Silent screams,
Within my dreams...
Your death caused everyone pain,
Now we have all been marked...
A Migraine, a Headache
what it feels to be awake...
Confused is all I am,
Scared is what I have become...
As the clouds change to showers
And rain plummets through your eyes...
I sit on my bed with a knife in my hand
im ready to use it to put it all to an end...
A delicate beauty
Armed with a dangerous mind...