The simplicity of all of this,
The open wounds, and heartless tests.
Panic builds a structure that hate feeds upon
Over and over til my eyes meet the dawn.
Over-thinking and under-achieving
Can't quite get there with all these lies I'm believing;
Pile and add up til the truth is no more,
On the ground gasping, yet, begging for more.
The pain feels good, and I've only felt just this bit,
It's like I can't get enough- just one more hit.
Dark clouds surround me,
Depression falls with the rain.
Nobody can withstand this type of pain.
Blood drips from my mouth if only figuratively,
Til pools lie on the road, and the asphalt stained red.
It's at this point I'm sure that I'm dead.
None of this should be, could be, if I were alive,
But that's what happens,
When you let love inside.
