Numbness,
And cutting,
The emotions that can't be voiced
Come out in a pool of blood.
I'm slipping again,
Over the same rocky hills
As before,
And I think if I could slow down
I could come to a clear conclusion
And eventually stop.
I think that as I
Fall into the water,
Deeper than the sea
That is slowly crushing me,
Though barely I can
Still make out your wavy face
So maybe there is still a chance of quitting
Could I only reach your outstretched hand.
I do not want this.
I do not want to.
I can not do this
Alone,
As usual,
keep trying to be strong
Alone.
Though I want it I know it's bad
But they're just waiting for me to f u c k up anyway
And he's amongst them laughing,
Laughing like a f u c k ing pig,
And watching, walking away
Crunching my glass heart under his feet.
Time is running out
So make a decision fast
Do you want to keep falling
Over the same old rocky hills,
Knives puncturing clay skin
But nothing bleeding out,
Just keep falling,
Splashing to the sea,
And not seeing an outstretched hand
Because your gone?
I do not want this.
I do not want to.
I do not want it.
I cannot take it
Anymore.
Would you love me if I quit?
Would I no longer bring you shame?
If I brought my cuts to an end
Would you still f u c k with my head?
Would death be an option?
Would it all build up inside?
Could I handle it and would you be there
To catch me when I fall?
