I thought it’d make me feel better,
Letting myself cry.
Thought it’d make me stronger,
If I didn’t hold it all inside.
But now I feel weaker,
Drained of the will to live.
Don’t want to keep going,
Don’t want to feel like this.
Perhaps it makes me selfish,
But it’s so hard to hold on.
Nothing’s going right,
Yet nothing’s really wrong.
No big complex reason for this,
I don’t know why I feel this
way.
I don’t even know anymore,
If I’ll last another day.
It’s so hard not to listen,
To the razors taunting call.
Seductively it whispers,
Urging me to end it all.
It started out as anger,
But now it’s like a hole.
My hearts still here inside of me,
But now it’s dark as coal.
Tomorrow is a new day,
But will I stay and fight?
Will I rise above these feelings,
Or end it all tonight?
The razors calling my name,
And silently I follow.
Will I pass the point of no return,
Or live yet remain just as hollow?
I thought it’d make me feel better, Letting myself cry.
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Jun 16, 2013 9:31pm
