To quit or not to quit--that is the question:
Whether 'tis simpler to keep trudging along under...

I'm sorry for all the things I did
I should have just old you the pain I hid...

So many attempts to forget
So many attempts that have failed...

You're that little something that open my eyes...
That little something that made all my pain go...

Somewhere between hits and bruises,
tears and crying myself to sleep...

The weight of the words I was keeping in crushed...
But it felt good because it took forever to get...

They see me
A tore up soul walking Earth...

I can feel the vibration of a word start to come...
But then my mouth closes when I want to shout...

There are so many questions,
that I would like to ask God above...

If you listen closely,
You will hear my lonely tear...

Parched dry from the blood you have squeezed from...
The claws of your eyes match the scars on my...

To write a poem on my wrist
Would tell you of the many things I miss...