• My life is in a bind, fragile like glass.
    When it snaps, I'll be broken.
    With pieces of jagged memories, Only parts to remember and the wounds pouring out with blood.
    With my time wasted for something that would come crashing down in the end.
    People I wanted to stay by forever
    Times I wished that would never cease.
    My life will seem worthless to the world
    Will I even be important enough to have space for me in the ground
    Or my ashes flow in the breeze?
    Will my actions affect those around me?
    Will my lost be thrown away without a care?
    Should my tears be filled with emotions?
    Cause if there not.....
    Is That because my Mind and soul is numb from all its Mistreatment?
    Is it because I have no soul to sell?
    What will it take to free my soul from the Chains of Hell?
    Not a hint?
    Not a Clue.
    Nothing in progress,
    Nothing to do.
    Is it because I have no power in this world?
    Or that fact that I'm Weak?
    We're out on our own
    No imaginary Godly Beings to path us,
    Is it because they could careless?
    No, its because They don't exist.
    Its better that way, and that is the way it is.
    With my cut wrist, Tears filled with warm Blood, Screams filled with pain
    The whole in my heart that pour out my Blood like Mid Spring Rain.
    My life is in a Bind, Fragile like Glass.