Life is bleak
eyes are low
my wrists are weak
I think of nothing
no desire to eat
hollowed and thin
bones rattle lullabies
to my sleeping thoughts of suicide
They are the only things that sleep
the rest of me lays awake at night
forcing slumber on a girl held tight
by memories that burn behind her eyes

My chest feels compressed
each drag of breath
I'm dreaming about death
The sky looks cracked to me
The earth is split
My inner demons escaping from their pit
Nothing really matters
We are all going to die
So why should I live like this?
Never happy with the feel of life's kiss