There goes another punch,
Another bruise to my heart.
Why do I wake in the mornings,
When all I do is fall apart...
How do you hold on so tight,
To something letting you go.
Like another broken family,
A family that you don't know.
When do you tell the truth,
If someone asks if you're okay.
Do you nod your head in reply,
Or you just look the other way?
Please tighten this loose wool,
Something you'd use for a bite.
Tighten it so my skin turns blue,
And finally; I can feel alright.
I'm just so sick of everything,
Stupid things I was led to need.
Shouldn't I have a shot at life,
One without trying not to bleed.
Tighten the clothing right now,
Make sure tomorrow's not the same.
Put a gun to my head one last time,
Please, blow away this massive pain.
Instead I have to live one lie,
And have to hold this tourniquet.
When I don't wake up tomorrow,
Please realise; No, I'm not okay...
OneLastHeartbeatxx Community Member 
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