Sometimes I don't feel safe as if I were in a cage
Trapped in my own thoughts,
My stomach ties in knots.
I attempt to turn from the shade but never from the blade.
My hand balls in fists
As realization hits
I glance opon the open scars on my wrists.
Sometimes I don't feel safe as if I were in a cage
Trapped in my own thoughts,
My stomach ties in knots.
I attempt to turn from the shade but never from the blade.
My hand balls in fists
As realization hits
I glance opon the open scars on my wrists.