a slash for every second
i desperately need more
that final push that takes you
beyond the closed door
my mind is thinking crazy
about nothing certain at all
but the uncertain is racing
past the window smash the wall
like a step backwards stumble
off a cliff and to the rocks
once you've started to fall
it's impossible to stop
every time i do this
i can't help but feel bad
'cause there's someone else dying
appreciating what they had
but here i am in present
wishing for things i can't acquire
my life is the worst i want to die
look my pants are on fire
maybe i could stand being here
instead of dead and cold in the ground
after failed attempts to be perfect
the fragments don't deserve to be found