I tried to hurt myself today,
to see if I could still feel,
but the pain is lost,
and nothing left is real,
I remember everything,
no relief from old ideals
just got to try to cry it away,
and still nothing feels quite real,
No bullets nor ballots,
could really fix my inner friend,
they hide away,
left unfound in the end,
Take it all away,
my blood and guts of dirt,
I can't feel a thing,
I can't make it hurt,
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
I tried to hurt myself today,
to see if I could still feel,
but the pain is lost,
and nothing left is real,
I remember everything,
no relief from old ideals
just got to try to cry it away,
and still nothing feels quite real,
No bullets nor ballots,
could really fix my inner friend,
they hide away,
left unfound in the end,
Take it all away,
my blood and guts of dirt,
I can't feel a thing,
I can't make it hurt,
