I h a v e f e e l i n g s that form thou ghts, that form words, that form sente nces, that form rope, which ties itself into a noose. Your words are also a rope, that saves me from drowning.
I stand on top of my little world And scream his name Over and over. The absence, the want They drive me insane, And I wait for the day I hear the hills echo back My name.
Your skin is covered with scars you wish you didn't make… promises you throw into the lake. And your brain is full of self-pity, and your thoughts are getting gritty.
Why would you take a perfectly good body. Just to throw it away on razor blades. Your body is growing weaker with each etch into your skin. But it can’t make you feel again.