Do they not realize I'm slowly dying?
The fake laughter I use when I feel like crying...
I'll sit on this floor
And close my eyes...
The water runs over bare skin,
Skin that is icy to the touch...
Here I am
sitting in my room having a break down...
I like to think that I am sane
That I need no one to end the pain...
You start off with a blank canvas
Then you add a silver blade...
Please don't tell me I'm strong
because I am not...
I lay on the floor
she walks through the door...
Feeling my heart start to sink
My mind is so foggy, I can't even think...
I thought I saw in those eyes, these eyes
a reckoning...
My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...
At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...