why does living feel like not dying
why cant I survive
the razorblade that traced the rose on my skin
lay in the corner of the room
rusting
fading
dying
as my blood darkens
no pill, no high, can make me happy
what I want doesn't want me back
I've forgotten what I'm fighting for
maybe I don't need to fight anymore
who wrote this?
why did you make me a spectator
does your quill not find me worthy
written to love
and a barer of reason
do you want me to always be
in the side
weeping while they take her away from me
why do I lose everything that I try so hard to get
where is my happy ending ?
its time for you to put the pen down
and place your final period
for the ink in my heart is drying up.
and your running out of paper.