A small suitcase
Sits at the door...

Alone and in denial
Looking in the mirror...

Holding onto to everything
That’s already been pronounced dead...

I try and run but I can’t escape
Try and cut these chains but they don’t...

An empty house, an empty heart
An open wound, an open mind...

Crawling
Now instead...

Can’t believe how easy it was
To fall completely head over heals...

A distant shadow draws near
Haunting my fragile mind...

Every time a tear touches my face
I welcome it to fall with grace...

Dearest Dad, Dearest Mom
I know you loathe...

Close my eyes to see only mist
Open them to see the cut on my wrist...

All alone
Stood against time...