Insane

Here I sit,
All Alone.
I'm in the silence,
Waiting by the phone.

I knew better,
Than to trust someone like you.
But for some reason,
To me you seemed true.

Sadly enough,
I'm hurt again.
And Here I sit,
With paper and pen.

I write it out,
How I feel.
Maybe after that,
It wont feel real.

Some pain leaves my heart,
But its not enough.
So I picked up the razor;
I only appear tough.

I draw it deep,
And sign your name.
Time after time,
My hearts lost this game.

So, I'm ending it tonight;
I'm ending my pain.
Maybe once I'm dead,
I'll go back to sane.