I'm sitting on the sidewalk
the rain drops hitting my face
thinking to myself
and knowing this is such a cold and lonely place
were i can't hear no laughter
i can't feel no touch
the only thing i know is that i'm alone
and it hurts so much
on my own and dying inside
no tears to show my fear
it kills me to now that once in my life i was standing there
when everything was good
and i was the perfect child
dreams go down the drain and blood begins to show
because two years ago i began to cut and scream at night because of these dreams that kept me up
picturing me standing there a knife in my hand and stabbing my heart as it beats one last time
taking my last breathe of air and gasping for the final breathe
but now i dont even care
i'm sitting on the sidewalk pressed in wet clothes
my bodies numb and there's no telling how i feel
no explanation to what will happen next for me
other thana raizor blade will leave me here lying on this black and slippery sidewalk
with blood staning the ground
but yet again who cares it's just another dream
to wake up to
