My Thoughts

Jan.31

I sit in my house alone and scared.
I go to drawer and realize that they are still there.
Even if I slice just a bit,
It would start again
I'm tired of the bad thoughts
I'm tired of being lonely
I'm tired of sitting here
Thinking of her slowly
I'm waiting for my cave in
My true time to shine
"You can't stop me today!"
"Well I just might!"
I hear them calling
Waiting to get up and go in the drawer
My arm doesn't feel it
Not anymore
I still want it
But I don't know anymore
Why am I here
Why is that
It's because you're fat
You're to weak to kill
You say it was the cat
But we know what's real
You sit in you're room late
Deciding you're fate
Sitting there crying
The demons are buying
As you sit there long enough they go away

As you slowly fall asleep

They go play with someone else's brain