Have you ever felt that there is a small thread between life and yourself?
Have you ever had that feeling that one small snap and life will drift away from you?
I have, its terrifying, but also redinfining.
Nobody wants to feel somebody messing with their head, especially when it's their own self instead.
I fight my battles over, under, and all around.
Nothing hurts worse than a silent sound.
An empty thought, one that's heartless and scratches away at your soul.
Digging a pit where you've already dug a hole.
I know what I speak is hopeless and bleak.
But I will strangely say in my strength I am weak.
I'm silent, but loud. I keep my brain in a safe, and use my mouth as the lock.
Use the right combination and I'll shoot off my thoughts like a glock.
You may not like it, but I'll boldly share it.
This may not make sense, but like Tyler says, "Only few understand."
Keep your head up as I guide you by hand.
Don't be afraid of the clouds high above.
And don't let focus down, like a broken winged Dove.
It's not that I want anyone to suffer.
But I'm trying to show the scars of those who do suffer.