Until my blood spills.

Staring at the empty sky, with stars all smeared across.

Feeling oh so lonely, broken down and lost.

as i got lost in the constellation, my thoughts were

let to roam free, letting the silence, scream whats all wrong with me.

I want to find happiness, but its worth its weight in gold.

I don't have much but pocket change, but these feelings are

getting old. I don't know whats worth the weight,

or why we fight to survive? When the only payment

for living, is we get to die.

I think a little differently now, to me i feel like this,

to be completely honest, theres not much here ill miss.

I don't have anything to loose, so whats there to gain.

I find it hard to hold my tears, waiting for the rain.

I wish on stars so helplessly knowing they don't control my

fate. But hoping somewhere, i can start new.

Let me wipe clean this dirty slate.

I'm broken and I'm chipped,

and i have quite afew spidering cracks.

My smile isn't always perfect,

i may not know what to say back.

I hold all my emotions in, i try not to let them spill.

But all this toxic thinking, has been pushing me against my will.

I'm afraid it wont quit until my blood it spills.