Used to being
Second choice...
Guilt snatches me out
of cozy winters...
Screaming crying fighting,
Can't you hear my plea...
I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton...
Drifting from station to station
with a thorn in my side from your absence...
The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...
I sit here now with written across my arm,
I'm trying to leave the blades alone...
I'm suffocating.
All i want to do is breathe in the water when i...
Why are the scars still here,
I'm sorry my dear...
Every night, I see your bedroom light on,
and I wonder; is anything wrong...
When I feel, I feel everything,
Cut deep to the bone...
The more I breathe
The clearer I see...