Too many tears have i cried,
streaming down my face,
not one of them have dried,
but instead they come pounding down with a rapid pace,
each and every one of these tears,
had it\'s own personal weight,
each held my secrets and my fears,
my life is surly f ucked up; there is no debate.
Too many drops of blood,
have rippled out of my veins,
i can test and see how long it takes to fill the bath tub,
all with my perfect razor blade,
these blood droplets mix together,
with my falling tears,
they will be with me forever,
as my death nears.
Too many restless nights,
tossing and turning in my bed,
why can not i win this fight?
instead I\'m turning my bed sheets red,
nightmares come and they go,
perfect dreams never stay,
that is my life as i know,
it is not how it may seem during the days.
Too many plastic smiles,
pasted upon my lips,
i haven't been able to come up with a real one the last little while,
out, the unspoken words refuse to drip,
if i don't wear a fake one,
people will criticize and ask what is wrong,
why can't they just leave me alone?
then my life can just keep going along.
Too many rips encrusted in my heart,
from scars within,
my world is slowly falling apart,
like being happy is a mortal sin,
my heart is broken in two,
shattered to pieces,
i don't know what else to do,
as my heart slowly decreases.
Too many busts inside my soul,
it is slowly fading away,
i am no longer whole,
i fall apart day to day,
the spirit from within is seeping it's way out,
no longer inside,
no one knows what I'm all about,
my feelings and emotions hide.
Too many unspoken words,
carved in to my skin,
i am sick of always being third,
amongst my kin,
these words that don\'t make a sound,
are written with a razor blade,
as my blood drops to the ground,
and my visions fade.
Too many memories,
echoing through my mind,
i wish that just once the day i could seize,
without having to cut through a bind,
the good times and the bad,
are playing inside my head,
all the things i used to have,
in the life i once led.
Too many scars,
have i slit in to my wrists,
i feel like i am locked behind bars,
and all the good times are being missed,
i can see my reflection,
of the past, present, and future,
in these scars that are so surreal that they're almost fiction,
as the father up above watches in putrid.
He watches as i try to put myself out of my misery,
every single day,
he can't stop me,
he can't even save me,
no one can now,
it is too late,
this is the end,
it is over forever now....
