Should i run away?,
i turn and face the door,
so quickly i could disappear,
and I'd be here no more.
Will i make it through the day?,
on a shoulder i shall cry,
no hand to wipe my sorrows away,
and no wishes for me to die.
should i take a chance on this,
and fear the light no more?,
death is seen as a new beginning,
or opening of a door.
Would i be severely missed,
and would the night grow cold?,
should i take a chance on this,
and feel myself grow old.
Will i be faced with guilt,
and the never ending pain?,
punished by the endless feeling,
of never loving again.
And if i didn't succeed,
would forgiveness come my way?,
apologizing for what I've done,
or would they push me away?.
Thoughts lead to worries,
and worries lead to pain,
pain is lead to anger,
and never doing it again,
regret leads to sorrow,
leading me to hate,
hate leaves it's mark on me,
and i see what i create.
I can hide it all away,
pretend it isn't there,
but one day it will be shown,
and the sleeves will not be there.
How will i explain myself?,
''why did you cut again?'',
I'm sorry mum,
but my hate is done,
and i have no more to gain.
