I close my eyes and begin to think
as I slowly feel my heart sink
as I feel the tears rolling down my face
and as they reach my lips with the salty taste.
I ask myself, why treat my heart like broken glass?
Why think about my wounds and the scares I have?
The past is dark and it's pain is still sharp.
Coming at me as a knife.
Creating a new scare, yet to not explain.
I hide my wrist, I hide my fear that i face everyday.
They say time heals all pian.
But how long tll i'm out from under this rain?