I'm tired and I need help
Stress has made a noose and I am at the gallows
For dawn has lasted far too long
And my hands a weary from pulling myself up
You took the blade from me
And I can no longer even cut myself free
Perhaps the fleeting moments of flying will be worth it
But for once I want to see the sunset
I'm confused and scared
My hands are blistered
But for now I'm holding on.