slip away

The hours slip away

changing into day

Trying to forget

every little bit

I think i want to die

or maybe i want to fly

either way

i just don't want to stay

i tell you that i'm good

but I would tell you the truth if i could

i feel a pain

that leaves my skin stained

the crimson red

makes me feel more than just dead

I am addicted to the sensation

but i know it's hurting his creation

but no one really cares

because no one dares

to reach out to say are you ok

bc they would rather go on with their day