My Word
My head spins
Because of the past
My mistakes
Are what I can't get over
And lately
My head's been spinning a lot
I feel stupid
And ignorant
They are little things
That add up in my mind
And it's not math
And they are not numbers
I want to draw another picture
My special pictures
The one
Where my medium is a razor blade
And my canvas is my wrist
But I can't
I won't release my pain
In a bad habit
I'll drown my self in misery
As long as I keep
My word
To me
And my friends
Because of the past
My mistakes
Are what I can't get over
And lately
My head's been spinning a lot
I feel stupid
And ignorant
They are little things
That add up in my mind
And it's not math
And they are not numbers
I want to draw another picture
My special pictures
The one
Where my medium is a razor blade
And my canvas is my wrist
But I can't
I won't release my pain
In a bad habit
I'll drown my self in misery
As long as I keep
My word
To me
And my friends