Hanible

I\'m Not Going To Cry About It Sorry I Lied

The train has been derailed 

We have to stay in our own corner 

The love is gone 

This really feels bad

I have released

Myself in a bag

This bed won\'t set me free

These feelings haunting my pillow 

Flooding 

Soaked carpet 

Weak floor 

Weak heart

Body shaking 

My face begs for some tissue 

My mind prays for a break 

Earthquake 

Hitting me hard

My world was cracked 

Straight down the middle 

The pain is so much to bare

Wrapped up 

Hiding myself 

This feeling 

These thoughts 

On pills 

On crazy 

Attempting to end it 

Jumping off the rooftop 

Slice slice slice 

Wrist wrist neck 

Shoot shoot stab

Chest chest back

Missing a soul

Screws are loose

Deep hurt

Leaving me no choice 

But 

To cry