My anger was the cause of my displacement.
Seeking the truth is what I lived for.
Now the truth is nothing more than another lie.
My head is up in the clouds, far beyond what you see,
But my feet are bound to this endless ground of lies and deceit.
Today is about to end,
And what have I done to make my life ascend?
I am forsaken, taken for granted, a washed up piece of junk.
Tomorrow, I shall come undone.
There is no turning back.
I have realized this blade is a part of me.
A single cut makes me bleed,
I wonder what a thousand cuts would do for me?
Pondering what good will come of this.
Maybe there is a life beyond this risk.
Who am I kidding? Why am I holding back?
My anger and I are one.
This blade and I are one.
I am suffocating, running out of air.
I make one last struggle.
Knowing tomorrow will never come,
For today is the day I have come undone.
