I have so much to say,
But yet the words to find,
Cause when I think of you,
Only tears come to mind,
I've been stretching myself too thin,
As of late,
And as a result,
Is this state I'm in:
Trying to untie all these knots,
Crying til red blood spots,
The counter top,
Even then I can't stop,
Feeling it so harshly,
As life digs in deeper,
Clinging weakly to my Keeper,
Wondering when to stop,
When to let this fragile heart drop,
Because I can't hold it up anymore,
It gets heavier with each war,
I can't go on tomorrow,
Like it didn't happen today,
I've not much room for persuasion,
There's not much YOU could say,
I patch up my own wounds,
Which will inevitably be marred again,
I try my best to shield myself,
But I know I'll be scarred again,
What is there to learn?
Nothing but my heart to yearn,
For peace and propriety,
In exchange for this anxiety.
