Truth is

I feel like I'm locked up
with these crimson chains that binds me here.
All of my dreams are broken, shattered on the floor.
And all you can do is walk away,
leaving me more hopeless then before.
I feel like I'am drowning,
and I need to breathe.
But as I take in air,
all I do is bleed.
As I lay here wollowing in sorrow,
hoping and praying I wont see another tomorrow.
Cause there this constant storm raging inside,
And I'am buried under all the pain and lies.
So I'll cut my wrist once more,
binding myself worse then before.
Drifting in and out then fading away,
hoping tomorrow wont bring so much pain.