Sad girl hours

Impossible

Impossible

I put the blade down on my wrists waiting for the words to come spilling out,
They don't came red or blue but they come hard and fast and they come a little blurry
But the longer I focus on them the stronger they get
I can't tell if I need to breath or scream,  air in my lungs turns into rivers flowing fast, to fast making all the boats turn over and catch fire.
Everything goes dark,  I'm floating through the Milky Way,  catching and counting the stars hoping that all the time I spent stargazing would help in return
Everyone always says you wake up to nothing but white but I like to think of it as more of a tan color,  everything in every hospital is tan.
It's imposible to see white,  it's absence of color almost reminds me of you.