Sitting in scraps and half written poems
I wonder if there will ever be an end to this
Countless thought and memories
That would rather be ignored
Yet here I am yearning to release them
Unable to pull the plug from the drain
And the unknown of what I will find
Except for the darkness that will surely
Leak out until it become me
And what if it consumes me
What happens when I can no longer breathe
Lead inside my chest
And it feels like death is breathing its life into my body
And all thoughts turn back to trying to control
This explosion that I have released from my mind
So once again I’m stuck on bathroom floor with a razor
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end
Where’s the resolution where’s the peace where’s the end
And with no one there to patch up the pieces
How can I know I won’t be cold tomorrow
Because I’m kidding myself if I think that won’t be me one day