Scratch... Scratch... Scratch... the pain is an endless cycle and I swear that I've gone ******. I thought that I knew things but I don't. I thought I would change but I won't. I'm like a giant rock, stuck forever. I can't put a stop the only thing that's never made sense but seemed to make it all end.
Block out the pain with pain. Shadow my feelings with games. Erase these names with blades. I am a damsel in distress but there is no prince for this, nor a princess in a wedding dress. I've simply made a mess of it all and now I've really begun to fall, to spiral out of control.
This answer seems so clear, so right when the tears are clouding my eyes. My disease is creeping out again and this time I might be dead but, then again, I already am if you leave me so cold and blue. I pulled my heart out for you. Now, I rip my veins apart for me. It seems to be that the only way that I can breathe is not to breathe at all.