Feb 02, 2011
Stitches and white lines can tell more than words ever could.
I can't seem to quit you, even though I know I should.
I help people 'cause I can't help myself.
You were the best thing I had ever felt.
How do I let the ghosts go?
How do I stop being my own foe?
How do you stop breathing air?
How do you quit the only one who cares?
I can't even look myself in the eye.
I can't even think without wanting to cry.
I can't save myself, all alone.
I can't stop you, you are my home.
The only thing that I have left,
Is killing me slowly, except
I can't say no, I can't move on.
I can't wake up and face the dawn.
Before I adjust, the sun will scorch my skin.
And burn me, burn them, the demons within.