I can't bring the tears to my eyes,
They are hiding too deep inside,
Your spears stab through my swirling gut,
Gotta let it all out, gotta make those cuts.
Can't keep this [s]hit inside me,
Gotta let it out some way,
The knife slides in,
There's no reprieve to stay.
Gotta cut it out,
All my fears and doubt,
The knife can only cut flesh,
The rest remains, my emotional mess.
This isn't living,
This is death slowed down,
I take that knife out of the draw,
My feelings I drown.
