It's crazy the **** that comes to my mind when I pick up this pen and begin laying down a rhyme/
What might be me when I'm thinking suicide/
Borderline ****** probably why my jackets been tied with me trapped inside/
As the razor blade follows this open wrist "that's right" they said "just follow the line" every vein waking up the demons sleeping deep inside/
So I'm constantly laughing when people insist on telling me I've experienced nothing compared to their tragic life like next to them I've lived nothing/
Almost as if I'm doing anything but fine/
Because this smile I cant seem to hide the only time I lie telling the questions that I'm alright/
No one knowing anything of the demons I secretly fight/
The ones I'm barely keeping locked behind this false heart beating inside myself without any help/
So they can keep that forgotten horizon I once saw rise on the other side of whats been beautiful dead/
Red rose hidden beneath grey eyes I keep personally mine/
Depression hitting harder then any trigger pulled as this barrel rest against my broken mind as the painted memories of lost times flow freely thru the tears I've cried/
I wanna know how many might know what it's like to spend hollow nights alone/
Afraid to let go of the tears that continue to flow as if they were the only thing keeping you whole/
Struggling to never let go of that special someone no one knows but you because no ones ever done anything but eventually decide it's time to go/
So the worlds now become a world of cold/
Wondering if it's alright that this red paint thats covering you from wrist to waist might stain this once empty wall  staring blank face where you've left your soon it's fine note/
Hoping you at least got that right before the noose closes tight around your throat/
Love was the last thing they happily wrote/