The End
When I wake up every morning...

Looking in through the mask you made
Then kept on just too stay sane...

You sat so near, and yet so far
All i wanted was to reach out and touch...

Your cold but tea can't warm you
Tired but sleep can't help...

Crimson lips are dripping
Acidic blood and bile...

My life is twist turning about
I'm too excited to sleep...

When reality in itself has loosened
And you're choking on your last words...

Eyes are red and puffy
With no-one here to see...

The knife is twisting deeper
Hidden, so no one can see...

When your life in itself is changing
And you find yourself hanging on...

I don't know how to say this
But I'm scared... all of the time...

Unacknowledged to most
Hidden and locked from view...