Sometimes cutting is
Easier than pretending
I’m not hurting.
Sometimes cutting is easier
Than saying I’m  okay
When I’m  really dying
On the inside.

Sometimes cutting will
lead to a decision I
Can’t take back.

save me.

There are two kinds of people in this world, the kind that get everything they’ve ever wanted and the kind that work hard and live in the dark
I’m feeling loneliest at most
Yep this definitely is depressing, watching cars go by and by
And yet there you are stuck in the same situation as always
Eves dropping, joining into conversations you’re not welcome to
Sipping on a martini, oh no you shouldn’t though, you gotta drive
Home
To where you feel the most emptiest inside

Wrath of my actions despises me
Path in which the expansion of destiny
Has happened
An arrow has pierced through the armour
Covering the vision of my enemy
My friend

Me? Not who you really foresee
Futuristic probationary
It is destructive but creative
Till it rock bottoms the reality
Surviving in the shadows of my self contemporary

Seeking redemption through rage
But it does no help at this stage
Will this be narrated elsewhere
The same story of failure in return
In a different story. Different page?