Do it.
Rip my heart out.
Crush it into tiny little pieces.
Feel the warm blood dripping off your hands.
See it losing its power and making its last beat.
Then.
Look into my eyes.
Look deep, Look closely.
Try to say the word.
Try to push it out of your mouth.
Feel it on the tip of your tongue.
You can’t, can you?
For you will see in my drained and salty pupils that it is too late.
There is no way back.
I dare you.
Do it.

There's a difference between
Wanting to be dead and
Feeling that one day
Your beat might just stop

Though a billion others
Like a drum beat sound
I say here stay
With words found between hand and head
As it's trapped between
Tried, tied and true
And so it is a subtle sound
Which beats ever longingly for you

i'm losing myself,
so i'm losing it all
trying to be somebody
in a city where nobody cares