I’ve got the blade in my mouth
the blood is dripping down
the pain I feel makes me feel alive
But the memories begin to come back
I realize im so lost
will I ever be found?
How selfish can I be?
poor me poor me

Is what i have not enough
what more do I need
I have a family and I am fed
but yet my wrist are decorated with red
the blood drips and I smile
the emotional pain fades
the physical pain settles in
poor me poor me

Reality is drowned out
I fall into the dark void
My eyes are closed and I see nothing
There is nothing anymore
The world doesn't exist
I don’t exist
nobody does
poor me poor me

I lose myself
I forget everyone else
I'm not a child but I'm not an adult
I'm just me
Maybe i will disappear
I'm forgotten and now i am cursed
Nobody is answering my tear less cries
Poor me poor me

I fall down and don't get up
I watch others and don't care
I think about me
I worry about me
Its only me me me
My world is composed of only “me”
Nobody else exists
Poor me poor me

But then I found him
Then i found her
Then i found others and it wasn't just me
It was us
It is no longer I, but we
We suffer no more
Because it is we
Poor me until we

I watch you suffer
I watch you cry
I understand that it was just you
Now it is you and I
The pain is so real
But now it is we
It is we and no longer me
It is we not me

It is we against the world
We will survive
You and me
Its time to cross the finish line
We will live it out to the end
Now its not just me
It is more than me

Then you left
It was me
Just me
I'm lost now and can't be found
I thought it was we but it is just me
I will never know we
Poor me Poor me

I am now drowning
The time stops
I drink my world away
Life is now so fuzzy
I fall and stumble
I don't want to pick myself up
Poor me Poor me

I look in the mirror and see just me
It's just me
No we just me
The blade reached my neck
I picture the world with no me
The darkness takes over
There is no more me

Self centered woman
you're so wrong about
so many things I can't
even begin to reach
for half of my dreams
because of your words
that lead me to believe
I've failed you- maybe
I'm not what you were
wanting so badly..
but telling me lies and
staying away from him
will not change the way
that I feel about you-
disappointed.

A road without road signs and faded paint, with ways that lead to every wrong direction. And we drove on that deep black ice throughout the night.
A dance that was no fun, and left a feeling of dissatisfaction, filled of bitter patterns. And god, it left us dying for water.
A recorder, with eyes that were too close together, and a mouth that would only open for a kiss.
The tape I played choked you up, and you died alongside me.
I had become what I never wanted to be.

Awaiting the day,
I will be comfortably able to explain myself,
To show my weaknesses,
Without being accused of only making complaints,
Ruining days, moods, moments,
A time,
A person,
Where when I say how I am feeling,
They'll ask why?
They'll care and tell me to explain,
With you.
It will NEVER be this way.
I am tired of waiting.
I gave up hope on you.
On us.

Selfish is the artist,
Secluded by his hand.
His world could fall around him,
He wouldn't give a ****.
In fact, you might just catch a grin above his chin from all the material given to him.
This sort of pride doesn't last long,
It never does.
There is too much pain in his heart for that,
Don't doubt it.

Bro,tell me please
To your heart's content
Enjoying a French kiss
In squeezing out
The nectar of their lady-hood
Not remiss,
Are the lasses
A cigarette
For a while you keep
By your chest
To burn them to ashes
And ignominiously
Squash them down
Under your heels?

I told her that she would love it, because I knew that she would. Was it selfish of me to hope that she wouldn't love it more than she loved me?

I could live a thousand lives
Off of the deaths I’ve wished
I could spread hatred like a deadly plague
Off of the thousands I’ve mindlessly kissed

I could save a hundred men
If I hadn’t saved myself
I could heal a hundred broken hearts
If I hadn’t selfishly left

I could’ve helped an entire country
Off of all the books I’ve read
I could’ve built a world of trust
Off of all the lies I planted in people’s heads

I could’ve done so much for the world
If I hadn’t done so much for myself
Yet despite all I did, I regret nothing
Because you live for no one but yourself