With all my walls that I put up. No body sees what I am feeling, not even
what I look like inside. And all my plans to cut myself and let it all out.
Not gonna fail, not gonna fail again. I’ll start with my arms, they carry
all this burden, go next to my tongue, it spills out all these lies, it will
say no more.
If I take away my heart, what will be next? It’s the one thing that keeps
the fallacies that surround me. And if I fall hard, will my brain go? Then
not thinking will be easy, be easier than before
I will go for my legs. No more tip toeing around what I must do. No more
running away when I’m afraid. Looks like I’ll kill my fear next. Go down
this list, this list you gave to me, followed by a sincerely “hopes you
die”.
 
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