In the Morning
holding yourself
you're so far, so stable
so cold and gone
and i'm not a reason to believe
to hope or feel
time to face the truth
when the morning comes
'let it go, let it go'
the voice inside screams
because the shame is more honest
than the lies of the moment
it was safer than drowning
in weakness and sorrow
guess i was on the wrong side of it all
ashamed of this
inadequacy
if i see me as you do
will it be what breaks me down
to love the tragic
and hate the weak
how can goodbye hurt so much
from such a short remembrance
Tell Me
why couldn't you hold me
for a moment
or just be
just be
so tell me
since you're the pro
is there a cliche psychology
to cut out these aching needs
to stop these thoughts that haunt
and tear
before they wear me down
should i cut, or starve, or bleed, or race...?
