Breathing in
has started feeling like a sin
letting it out
leaves me filled with doubt
laying alone at night
eyes closed, no sight
i wonder if he knew
what i would do
for as long as my hearts in two
all the blood that will be spilled
he's the one who's billed
and i'm still here alone
with no one to call my own
i let it build up more and more
then when it gets to the point that i can not ignore
i resort to my sharp, thin, silver friend
from beginning to end
he makes a clean slice
then again twice
to my friends i'm myself again
but really i'm just waiting for it to begin
the pains of an open wound
ones that take to much time to consume
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