My skin
Begs
To be torn open
With that razor sharp edge
'I miss it'
But I just shake my head
And go about my day
I get home
It's 11:45 pm
I try to sleep
But these thoughts won't leave me alone
I'm up all night
Fighting myself
Fighting the things inside of me
And I finally pass out around 5
I wake up
More tired than when I went to sleep
'I don't want to do this anymore'
Old thoughts...
I get up
And wish for a better day
