May my wrists run dry,
The blood flows freely, without feeling,
The blood makes a path down my hand,
To drip into a pool at my feet,
Streams of blood, I see darkness, the end is near,
I can feel it, threw the numbness,
I can feel the end coming closer,
A pleasant escape from everything,
A freedom, a truth beyond reasoning,
I know this would be the easy way out, if only I was weak,
Things would be so much easier then,
But alas, I can wait, the end is near,
Either way it won't be much longer,
I'll stand strong till the end,
I'd rather be caught dead than weak,
I'll last a little longer,
There are few who would care, yet some do,
Those who do care are my closest of friends,
Only they know the depth of my pain,
Though some of them still don't understand,
They can't comprehend the pain behind the mask,
Someday the truth will shine for all to see,
They'll realize what I've been through
The life I was forced to live,
The life they made for me,
Will anyone ever see the truth behind the lies,
The walls I built to protect me, now hold me prisoner,
I sit idle in my tower, a trapped soul, inside there is beauty,
Though none manage to get past the hatred,
There is still some feeling,
But first you must melt the ice, cut threw the thorns, and scale the wall,
None have ventured past the thorns,
But if you truly love me, you'll be willing to make it past everything,
To find me, the real me, behind the masks, past the lies,
If your love is true, you can fight past it, you can save me,
I feel the end nearing, but an end to what, my pain, my life, or my imprisonment,
Are you going to save me, or condemn me,
It's your time to decide,
Leave me here to bleed, or bind my wounds, heal me,
Give me something to live for, give me your love, or turn your back, so I can die.
