Sometimes I tell myself I dont have a breaking point
so there wont be a limit I would have to be afraid of
because all I have to do is keep pushing forward
trudging along this tired path
sometimes I ask myself whatever for Im trying so hard
whether there is a point to what Im doing
so i could console myself better
where the night lie as tears seeped through the cover
Sometimes i stare at the newly healed scars
and think to myself why did I even do that
so I could stop making bad decisions
to hurt the people around me
so tonight,
whatever for is there to stop
those red lines for dripping
down my wrist.
if you are looking for a plea
this is mine.
