You cut me out of your life
So I cut myself
Blades always knew me like no one else

Band aids could never stick
Just like those who I called close
Fantasies arose about my suicide notes

Time became slower
I loved to feel numb
Pain is too much for a small heart to overcome

Life is a game
Which nobody wins
Except those who are blessed with ignorance

It is stressful to be alive
To work eight till five
Hoping that you might be granted more time
Contemplation sets with the sun
And keeps you up at night

Yet once you have free time
All you can think about is why
Compulsions start to kick in
The crooked floorboards annoy you
You remembered your neighbors had drums
And about that friend who ignored you

More thinking arises
And then in a glimpse of your eye
Something beautiful is spotted

You take a closer look through your window
And see a bird in the sky