Look at them harvesting at my heart

Greedfully picking at my skin,

Ripping my bones apart 

Drooling over my sins

I tried making everyone here a believer

Doubt that'll happen because I'm no over achiever: at least they say.

 Countless gloomy nights

Endless lonesome fights

Why must the chose my soul to eat at tonight..

 I Cry a river

Drain the ocean

Why must they enjoy devouring  my emotions?

I'm a ticking clock

 My strive for understanding

has yet to stop

Trying to keep my composure ,

Is like trying to keep boiling water from spilling over.

Defeat in my eyes

Helplessness in my crys

Cracks in my voice

Fear of making the wrong choice.

Right but still wrong

Plenty of company tonight

But still feels very alone

Begs and pleads

Internally I bleed

Trying to save whats left of me,

But they wouldn't stop for the death of me.

Once tried walking on the clouds

But was told to keep my feet on the ground

Trying to grip your hand 

But your slipping away like 

Quicksand.

Often people say the future looks bright,

but not for me I'm starting to loose sight.

Thin line between love and hate,

hurting those I'm supposed to appreciate.

I'm so far gone in anger

Misunderstood without a doubt

So many things I wanted to say, 

but couldn't quite get them out.