Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...
I’m feeling so sad
I wish I knew why...
As she cries
She holds a knife...
Every day i pray to die
I've given up on hows and whys...
I'm standing there with blurred, dark eyes,
nothing but a disgrace...
This girl is in pain
this girl i know...
The crimson stains the floor,
Seeping from my wrists...
Storms faced as a child
I'd count the seconds between...
Have you ever given your all?
And to your heart be fully true...
The young boy of five
On his birthday...
Like a balcony fence won't stop your fall
Or a car seatbelt when you hit a wall...
I don’t have space
for grief...