I fear
But I can't speak
My throat tied in the most innocent way
Maybe I'm hanging like this for a reason or maybe just maybe...

Time passes steadily on like always devided by the red lines
Warm and moist seeping out
Like tender pearls of hurt and happiness i see them
Dry and hard
The crust on my soul I try to pick away gives a goal to the pain
It keeps me from destroying myself as I slolwy descend
Faded and soft
Like a ghost
Like me
I mask the things I feel
Fading
The pathetic and irrational
They make me weak
I will show them
I will prove them all wrong
I would be great but look at me now
My invisible corpse descends into madness
My ghostly state

The tears are worse than the blood
The glass
The sight of liquid pain
The fake kind
The real wounds are the ones within the ribcage that stab through your soul
The glass
The bottle deep inside
Me shield
Eyes healed shut, my only wish
My...