Something boiling inside me
Fighting to get out
Blank stares at a wall full of post it notes
Reminding me how i have to be perfect
Life's a effing joke
Smiles painted on the faces of children
The halls long and narrow, freshly waxed floors
I'm waiting here
But
I would rather be alone
Hot tears rolling down my face
Blurring my vision.
And I wouldn't dare tell you
That you were the reason why
i cried myself to sleep last night
I couldn't, shouldn't, bleed
But i want nothing more
Than to drag that blade across my flesh
To feel the rush
And the release
I'll do it to feel alive
I'm not one to break promises
But when your not here with me,
I'm afraid
And I'm weak.
Now in the dark comfort of my home
Staring down dark hallways
Wrapped up in purple cotton
Shaking, Breaking..
