I'm bleeding again,  
Almost all the time.
  Might end up dead

I ignore the fact
That I never choose
  life over death.

And all the thoughts I've had
And all the words I've said

They never linked, that's why speak before I think.

I bleed,  it's pouring out
And somethings coming in.
It fills my space
and takes my place.  
  I am not who I am