sure, maybe all suffering is temporary. but there's always something that causes suffering, isn't there? so...it really isn't all that temporary, is it? it's pretty consistent.

Into my skin and into my mind.
I know it would help,
But the fear is making me blind.

The tension and the pain is growing.
I want to keep it inside,
But the pain is almost showing.

Don't look at me, I'm almost crying.
If the blades were with me,
I'd be smiling, I'd be shining.

Please don't worry,
I'll be fine, you'll see.
Because soon, very soon,
The blades wont scare me.

It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.