Every night, I do the same exacted things,
Turn on my lamp, sit in my bed, cry until my bed becomes a ocean from the tears you make me shed, then I turn to the knife, while I watch the blood drip down my arm I wonder would you care if you knew the reason why I do this Is you.
And if I took my live tonight with this knife would you even cry.
Then I lie down take my sleeping pills because with out them I can't fall asleep with you on my mind. And then I wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare of you saying goodbye. And then I wake up in the morning and realize it wasn't just a dream
I'm living that nightmare.
The same things happen every night.
