Holding onto a ledge
And I’m about to fall...
My wrist is bloody from cutting,
my tongue is bloody from biting it...
I'm waiting.
Waiting for something or someone...
Fractured in an open room, lies perfection in...
Packed behind an open box, on a dusty forgotten...
Why can't i let my feelings spill onto this page?
Inside why am i feeling so filled up with rage...
Even though i promised,
I'm sorry to say i did it again...
My life is like a puzzle
Where none of the pieces fit...
I took the knife to my wrist
I tightened up my fist...
Have you ever felt so sad
Like nothing else could go wrong...
I hate when i look at you
and you always stare back...
I want to tell you a story
About a little girl...
I know that this cut on my wrist will not heal
The sadness and sorrows that I forever feel...