My mind full of shrapnel,
From thoughts and feelings
i will not mend them
in fear of what i might find.
My body is unshaven wood,
Don't touch,
For you will catch my splinters.
I try to run
but my feet are scarred,
From the shattered dreams
and shattered hopes
of where i tread,
It seems all i leave is darkness,
and i hope i can find my light
someday.

As i walk outside
and close the door,
I slowly pace
up and down my path,
I flick my ash
from my cigarette and
it gently falls like snow.
Its where i go to ponder,
life and some of its beauty
and by some i mean not much
and by not much i mean there is none.
For me atleast,
There was but it has passed.
Should i recover
i will not be the same,
but i will have seen through
this darkness.

I wish i could do it,
Take that one step more,
My attempt to fly
it seems so simple.
But yet i can't,
I couldn't,
I dont think i ever will,
For i fear the heartbreak
and the heartache.
How could i let go
knowing the pain
it will cause.
Why is it i would rather
live the pain
than be the cause.
Why is it i care so much...

You say your poison will taint me
and that you will drag me down,
that you will drown me,
I'm stronger than i look and
stronger than i may seem,
Past relationships of fear,
that i will fade away
and sink with them,
without any knowledge or thought
of my strength,
You may think you can drown me,
but i am already gone,
the only thing left is your fear.