I can feel my soul seeping out
my skin no longer a barrier
its beinging to make me doubt
and it keeps getting scarrier
I should just let it go
but im afraid people would stare
I feel like some kind of freak show
at some kind of country fair
I feel my grip loosening
my delicate grasp can only last so long
it is still loosening
despite if I think it's wrong
The stiches that held me together
are ripping
the weight that held me to myself
has become light as a feather,
like water, my soul is dripping
Silent screams
without a sound
feels like I live in dreams
and I'm never around..
Oh I need this to end,
before I end
my soul will end up dead...
