• I'm losing touch with my reality,
    what I'm doing, what i think....
    it's wrong.
    Well, that's what they whisper to me
    when I close my eyes to sleep..
    Just, I'm so fed up with crying..
    I don't want to cry anymore,
    don't wanna deal with it.
    I want to find a nice secluded spot
    and scream, maybe than I'll feel,
    just a bit more freedom.
    The words he whispers
    the ones I mumble-
    they drift through my mind,
    cutting everything they can
    while his touches,
    his voice, heals
    these wounds as well.
    Wounded and healed,
    a cycle I should break
    and yet I find myself
    wanting more..
    Does that mean there's
    something wrong with me?
    I don't know anymore...
    I'd like to think not,
    just like I enjoy telling myself
    that I'm strongr than this..
    even if I believe that I'm not.
    Yet, the lines that flash
    in my mind tell me otherwise
    and I just don't know
    what path to take,
    which choice to make,
    what stragety is best
    to work with.
    I thought I knew,
    but than I realized that
    I don't know a thing