I catch my own tears,
no one else will,
I latch on these fears,
they are there still,
Here over the years,
I take this white pill,
Again the one thing i hear,
Which makes me want to kill,
Is this lifelong jeer,
that everyone makes me fill,
Up with this hurt is dear.
It costs me this:
my life,
Or atleast i thought it would,
I knew it wouldn't be enough,
So i knew i should,
Slit my left wrist it's tough.
Next day, i cover my arm,
And only remember blocks of it,
A conversation of death,
Inside of my head, i hate this shit,
Getting the pill and the knife,
Waking up in my bed,
Barely staying with my life,
And viewing a large cut on my wrist,
I done it and yet again it didn't work. |
