How are you? Are you OK?
I hate it when people ask...
There's so many thoughts inside of my head
Of ideas and words that have never been said...
The stories are there
hidden behind your eyes...
Another day in
my dark place...
I remember him crying
In his little white room...
Watch the pretty crimson
As it quickly flows...
I drag this knife across my wrist
I clench my hand into a fist...
Sometimes i just wonder as the world flies by me
sometimes i want to be the one that can fly...
Dear mom thank you
for being what you've been...
These thoughts that stab inside my head!
They tell me I'd be better off dead...
NO
To the pain that will not go...
I can’t explain these feelings
That live inside of me...