A Knife Is Pressed Against Your Throat
As Blood Runs Down Your Neck...
Why can't i say goodbye
Why cant i cry or die...
She takes the knife from under her bed
slips into the bathroom...
The thought of death seems nice
to be free without myself with just one slice...
I wish I could be anything but me
like a tree or water something, anything...
This paper heart of mine
is starting to turn red...
One cut,
To help endure this pain...
Silently as I stare out the window of my room,
I see snow falling...
Time might look like its ticking away but it will...
But then when time freezes, you see a beautiful...
As shadows fade I fall asleep
the lonely hours are mine to reap...
You were the one who was always there,
You were the only one who seemed to care...
In her purse, the glint of a blade
In her bag, 200 pills, that many she shouldnt take...