You are not a violin,
Don't play your arms like strings.

You are not glass,
Don't let them shatter you that easy.

You are not a building,
Don't let them break you down that easy.

You are not the words they call you,
Let your own words rule your life.

You listen to these words and you think you can rebuild,
but in the end all these stories are lies and you can't save yourself...



_ A.G

Its not the answer
It's not a way to hide
It's not a way to run
It's not a way to make these feelings to stop
It's not a way to end the pain
They all tell me that Suicide isn't the way

But in response...
where is the pain when I am gone?
Where is the feelings that used to haunt me night in and out?
Where are the dark night a that I used to cry?

They are gone, as am I


_ A.G

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Watch my blood spill on the floor
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Isn't this life just ******* great
Nine cut, ten
Here we go again

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Sinking every day a little more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Future is up to chance and fate
Nine cut, ten
This ****** up game I'll never win

It makes you stronger, doesn't last longer, I get that.
But what am I supposed to do with this load of sadness right now?