i dont know the feeling
when i get all itched up on the inside
maybe im just looking for a place to destress
even if all the feelings are making me hopeless

no, i dont mean to sound suicidle
tho my hand holds the knife that's nearly left with all blood puddle
but i tend to understand
in what this might be

will this ever just pass like the month of october
or when september ends never leaving
a decent address to what it was left
hanging on a cliff
when both ends meet in the air
like a high five left in despair?