The shedding of tears
Is not the sign of weakness...

Pen and paper do not compare
To what I am left to bare...

Hang my wrists here out to dry
Let the blood from my veins evaporate into the sky...

How can this be happening
I never wanted it to get messed up...

There is only one beginning
The very point of our existence comes from this...

Left on the floor
Choking on my own blood...

Many times I have come to realize truth
Truth in mistakes...

The sound of silence
Is deafening...

Who knew
One day you would be gone...

Who am I?
Where do I stand...

I act happy
I act sober...

They are all I care about
All I dream about...