instead of drawing blood, I subject myself to staying still growing pain of ink, put my tongue between my teeth my skin looks better, it's not angry clearer words but they're still heavy lips aching hands shaking some things just not worth replacing confusing and hurting scared of all these things I'm losing substances I'm abusing, all the wrong choices I'm choosing promising but breaking rules how does this sound to you I know that my voice still breaks keep on making same mistakes don't think hard it's all too late won't go far, we stay in place stay in hiding of what's wrong we're too scared to go above above is drawing near instructions still unclear weapons hidden under clothes you think nobody knows you'll never be left alone maybe this hits close to home they're all aware that's why they stare but I'm not there though close behind I'd love to be all that you need the shining sun when you go blind your wishes diappear all your shadows grow so near awful sounds from underground behind the walls of ink there lie whispers of when all was fine and wasn't that a pleasant time?