I woke up today and opened my eyes
Wishing I was already dead
Wishing my life would go right
Wishing this string of hurt would just break
This string has tied itself around me
Like a tangled and twisted web
I look for a way to escape it
And I find there is none
So I struggle and fight
To break free of this string
But the struggle makes the string wrap tighter
And the fight wears me out
Is it my own fault that I'm stuck in this mess?
I wish I could point fingers, but I can't
The string points my fingers back at me
And I know it's true, I'm to blame
The string grows tighter
And drains the hope and the life out of me
I'm so tired of being tired of being stuck here
But it's all I can do until I break free
So I collapse back onto my bed
And cry myself to sleep
Maybe I'll find the scissors tomorrow
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