Why don't you write ? Perhaps you're mind could be a better place Rather than one filled with chaos Why don't you pour your soul onto a page Rather than sit with a heavy tongue.
A pain so deep that it's hard to breathe It makes happiness seem like a fragment of the imagination Holding on to broken pieces will only make you bleed.
When will you learn to walk away When will you earn respect from yourself When will you see that your more than enough.