The Truth [What I am]

Listening to that sounds
Expressing what I feel
Deeply melancholic
Burrying me in their melody

Reading your words
Showing me who I am
Hardly embittered
Not able to show my feelings

Looking at my scars
Seeing my way to express my feelings
With those cold razorblades
Making it possible for me to cry

Wishing to be by your side
Running from you when you're near
Fearful about resposibility
Afraid of laying my heart into your hands

Weak and breakable
pitiful and ridiculous
I think I don't deserve to live
You say I don't deserve to die

Is this the truth about myself?
Selfknowladge scares.
I'm longing for punishment
with the intention to forget.

Verfasser: Emptieness