Lost in my mind, I'm still running out of time.
Lost in life, and I'm aching to feel the blade of the knife.
Let the warm rush momentarily dissolve my fears.
But that never works, or stops the running tears.
Where do I go from here?
It's not like I have a home.
No one is near.
Maybe I should just pack up and go.
When the aching starts you find yourself wanting to numb the pain.
I'm not picky on how, it's not like I have anything to gain.
"Keep your head up" they'll say. And you do everything you can to believe them.
But when you're so alone they don't realize how much you need them.
Constantly feeling a sense of abandonment.
Maybe things would work out better if I weren't so ******* adamant.