I woke up this morning,
Looking for a decent day,
But instead I found clouds of gray.
Avoiding conflict is my main concern,
Except in my house,
Its around everyturn.
Screaming & yelling,
Fighting & Cursing.
Inatimate objects flying through the air,
If I wasn't so hollow inside,
Surely I would care.
I ran to my room,
Looking for my special friend,
A last what I've been searching for has been found.
It is my razor blade,
Hiding on the ground.
Quickly I pick it up,
Lock the door,
Put some music on,
My blood drips to the floor.
Stains on my carpet,
On my bed too,
Shit, I have to wash my sheets again,
This is a beautiful moment,
For the pain that I was feeling has come to an end.
I woke up this morning,
Looking for a decent day,
But instead I found clouds of gray. |
