I Stopped Cutting Because I Can't Feel. I Should Be Dead Now. Because My Life Was Never Real.

It's just one of those days when breathing is a bother.

The good ones always die, I must be bad because I'm still alive.

I have a good heart...it's just breakable

Insanity is an overdose of reality.

I try to blend into the
world around me, but oil
will never mix with water.
I will never belong here.

Voices haunt the temples
of my warped head
I can't stop the razor
because it wants me dead.

I am a slave
to a shiny piece of plastic
I've spent five years
trying to break the habit.

I feel like I'm drifting on a cloud. I wish someone would try to bring me down.

You seem so far away and I don't mean distance. I'm in the now and my mind keeps trying to force you into the past.