i’m forcing my words on to this page
i’m getting the words down in lines
they mirror my wrist
so they get down on this page
then no more lines on this wrist of my
i’m pouring my heart out and it hurts just as much
i relapsed
i sat there in my bed
i had to do it
i couldn’t stop it
there’s no way to hide it
someone’s gonna see
they’re gonna know
i’ll be exposed
i’ll be even more broken
because then this darkness that tears my skin
now it’s real
now i have to face the fact
i am broken