While the Rain hits the windows
I fight to conceal the emotions
I dare not try and understand
When I start to believe
I might be okay
Reality crashes back on me
I feel it begin to spread
And I freeze in the moment
There is no help for me
This sickness will never leave
Lifelong enemies
The highs the lows the moments
Where nothing seems real
When ideas are stars
Countless and beautiful
These are the most dangerous times
When I need to feel pure
Clean and untouched
Reaching for a solution
That only haunts me further
Sliver, sharp unforgiving
Relief shouldn’t make you bleed
A razorblade my salvation
Hidden away for nights like tonight
The blood will cleanse my thoughts
While the rain hits the windows.....