I believe in what I see
But what I see isn't all real
I'm starting to lose my grip
On how it is I'm suppose to feel.

I'm not afraid of the jump
I'm scared where I will fall
Because down those slippery slopes
We tend to lose it all...

My heart has been broken
Shattered a million ways
Tried to glue them back together
But still the damage stays

Loud battle cries seem so absurd
Most of my wars are fought without a word.

Walking along I proudly bear my marks
No need to hide them I've had them from the start.

As I slide the razor across my wrist, I'm just hoping for someone to come take it out of my hand.

I keep telling myself it's just because you're gone but I'm starting to wonder if that's a lie.

It's horrible when you love someone who doesn't love you, it's even worse when you love someone and you're not sure if they love you back.

At the end of the day you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's keeping you together.

As he looked at me crying he asked "what's wrong" and the simplest answer I could think of was "what's right"