Well, looks like the tears all dried up,
My life has never been more ****** up,
I resort to tears when theres no blood to shed,
And to pain when there are no tears left,
Resorting to words is my only option that i've got left,
Those comforting words you said,
They're the only thing that I can let run through my head,
At a time like this,
When all the emotions are clouding reality,
When I start to wonder why my good friend death hasn't taken me,
I start to want to just cuddle up and die, with no reason left to live,
I stutter and choke on my words, when I say I'm fine,
It's getting really hard to lie, when all I want to do is cry, because all these idiots left me dead inside,
Now they're trying to help me, but its not working, all this attention I don't want,
Leaving me feeling guilty for the marks I made, when all I was doing was trying to save myself,
From the overthinking beast I call me,
Yes I know I had a strange way of doing this, taking to the blade,
But come on, it was just a way of coaping of my strange reality.