Crying in my sleep
My mind going deep
The thought of a knife
Scarring my skin
Like a slice in the wind
Releasing the stress
From within

May not be right
Does more bad than good
But at the moment
Seems worth the blood
When really it’s not

Maybe I’m blind
Or too young to read inbetween the lines
But I’m sure that this isn’t worth the time
Instead of glooming
I should be blooming
For another day
Even if it’s bad
Because I’ll replenish after my bath

Thinking deep ain’t bad
But becoming negative only brings more pain than reassurance.
So you could brighten up a bit
Before you scare the kid from within.