Back to the knife
I tear myself open,just to feel.
When no one talks to you,no one cares.
Its the only thing that seems real.
I would reach out,if I dared.
If I dared go down that path.
Where no one reaches back.
They simply stared.
They'll be your friends
For a day or two
But in the end
They don't care about you.
Just move on.
Get a life.
I've tried and failed.
Back to the knife
