Slipping

I have my reasons to throw a fit
It's not enough to punish my wrists
My sanity and purpose begin to slip
They frighten me, these words from my lips

I reach out to make sense in my life
Trial and error, I beg for the knife
So many times it slips through my grasp
My hands are too slippery, I just can't clasp

Why, can't I find
What it is that I am meant to be
Seems, that I'm blind
If something is out there, I just can't see

The harder I clench my dry chapped hands
The harder it is for me to understand
Through my hands I lose control
Not a knife, perhaps a pistol

Sometimes it's hard for me to see
How I manage to try and breathe
With empty hands and nothing to grip
My mind and my life begin to slip

Why, can't I find
What it is that I am meant to be
Seems, that I'm blind
If something is out there, I just can't see

How can anyone expect me to be strong
When all I can do is write these crappy songs
My life, it seems, is not worthy to save
It slips from my hands and into my grave