The pieces of my puzzle,
Are a big jumbled mess...

It's funny when looking in the mirror,
Cuz looking back could never be me...

The urge is strong,
This feeling great...

Little fingers,
Little toes...

Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see...

It's raining outside,
And I cannot see...

The words ripped straight from my mouth
Are dangled above my head as if bait...

I dread to come home,
I'm preparing myself...

How can it be possible,
For one person to endure such pain...

My mind is throbbing
With thoughts I can't begin to understand...

I'm reaching out,
Asking for help...

Death looms in the air,
It won't be too long they say...