A fragile boy, mentally aged... By misery. And when our eyes meet... If you’re lucky, and my defenses are down, you just might see.
I do not want to be afraid... I do not want to die inside, Just to know all I achieved was that I barely tried.
I'm tired of feeling so numb. Minimal relief exists... I find it when... My arm is cut...
I may seem crazy... Really, all I can say is “maybe.”
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden, If you would just ******* look me in the eye...
I feel alone here, and cold here... Though I’m not sure if I want to die... And the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything, even if for a little while, Kills me inside...
I do not want to be afraid... I do not want to die inside, just to know all I achieved was that I barely tried.
I'm tired of feeling so numb... Relief exists... I find it when... I cut...
Damnata, invisus, ubique Ab omnibus, ad infinitum.