in the grand scheme of things you are a dot of nothingness in my life of everything...
I can feel myself slipping away some days... some days all I want to do is run... I know I can't and that makes me feel trapped... all I feel is trapped lately... I don't like feeling like this... not at all...xx
thin red ribbions of freedom
remind me that I'm alive
thin crimson rivers flow
from an unending source
no matter how many times
or how weak my wrist
it's the release I feel
that I can't resist
I hide the scars on my wrists
with many colored bracelets
and the scars on the inside
with this fake smile
this facade I put on for you
so you don't feel anything but comfort
is a lie
I'm dying
and you're clueless
as always
someday I'll fly away...
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