“My problem”
Tie a string to my heart, its floating away.
Every little problem waits for another day.
My heart hits the ceiling, against the roof it’s smashing
My feelings are just trapped inside, like a beast; thrashing
I have no release, I can’t abandon myself yet I have no reflection
I need to be sedated give me any pills or needled injections
The skin around my heart is falling down, turning my skull to fragments
I can not escape myself I am my own harassment
The only blizzard I can see is coming down red
I’ll be covered in blood till I’m three days past dead
The blood trickling down my skin is so cold
What was my soul like before it was sold?
I ask myself a millions things as my teeth grind
Haunted by all the memories I fail to leave behind
I used to grit my teeth till they were smaller than grains of salt
Why do I spend time thinking about it? Everything was my fault
Torture me please, pain lets me know that I still exist
With all my scars you can’t even tell that I used to have fists
Locked in this box I call my mind I always wait for your return
When I open my eyes you won’t be there and the cold will burn
To stop my own screaming I bit my lips till they bleed
Those scabs I smile with never give you a hint to anything I need
I can not stop screaming while I hold my hand out just to grip air
I try to silence my torment but you firm grip will never be there
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