Heres to the kids
who lock themselves in their room...

The blade is resting
on my porcelain skin...

This room is too cold
too dense, too full...

You drink yourself away
you grab her neck...

My mother hates me
my father beats me...

Her bones are ripping through her fragile skin
her eyes are red...

So I'll lie awake
with tear filled eyes...

Turning up the stereo
to drown out the sounds...

City lights
painted up against...

The lyrics of her heart
rushing in a fall...

I have entered reality
and i cant stand it...

I need to talk to someone about something.
something that i don't tell many...