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Apr 2015
There's blood on the bathtub floor again
My parents would be ashamed
It's the voices who call the shots
But my mind is always blamed
Some days I think that I might win
But then I find myself, at it again
With a hard grip and a faking smile
I close my eyes while my thoughts go wild

Tell me when the sunrise turned to darkness
Tell me when my smile started to fade
When did my eyes become so lifeless
Why do I wish to get away?
The silence is deafening
They're whispering my name
To forget one problem, is to add another pain

Mother, father, aren't you proud of me?
I made my own art, can't you see?
With the lovely redness as I bleed,
I slit my throat with sanity.

They say they want me six feet under
And sometimes I want it as well
But after all my sins, oh, I'll just end up in hell

Tell me when the sunrise turned to darkness
Tell me when my smile started to fade
When did my eyes become so lifeless
Why do I wish to get away?
The silence is deafening
They're whispering my name
To forget one problem, is to add another pain

My breathing is shallow, the walls are too thin
Inside I'm screaming, I think they might win
My vision is blurry, my heart rate is slow
No therapy can help me, I think I'm letting go

To forget one problem, is to add another pain
To forget one problem, is to add another pain
But nobody said it would end up this way

now the bathroom tile is stained,
I think I'm going insane. The lights are dimming as I watch the colors fade

But darling don't write your goodbyes
And don't count your scars
You don't have to follow what's written in the stars
Don't fall to the ground, don't let the ship sink
You might not see it now
But you're stronger than you think.
Sommer Wickham
Written by
Sommer Wickham  Nebraska
(Nebraska)   
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   Cj and Hanna Reese Carpenter
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