Its nights like this when
I don't want to hear solutions
And my thoughts just tease me
With promises of a better tomorrow
That isnt today yet
And patience isnt one of my virtues
What, you mean this isn't normal for me?
Either Im damn good at hiding this or
I spend a lot more time than I like to think
Lost in my head
Ive tried to curl myself around a razor blade
Because The cold bite and sharpened Tang
Is all I would feel
and it would be better than Feeling nothing
But I stopped once I realized
I didnt have the guts to cut deep enough
So I sit alone this night
Wondering how much one person can take
There is no release
No tear that can hold what I feel
No pen that can write quick enough to get it all out
No sentence, no words to even describe it
And so I take this knife
laid across my knees
Wondering what would happen if I pointed it at myself
And leaned forward
Would it hurt?
Cant be worse then this.
Dont worry about me
Ill be happier there