(early dawn rambles)

Crying won't solve anything,
Drinking won't calm tour sorrows,
Neglecting yourself won't make it all better,
Hurting won't stop the pain..
 
But yet why does it help?
Why does all this much pain and sadness help?
All these tears, cuts, scratches, and messy body make me feel better?
 
I'm already a broken mess...
But why when I'm at my end I can always be calmed down,
Just for a while but not for long
Before I repeat this cycle everyday and night
 
You don't care what I do,
You never did.
But I cared for you...
Yet you pushed me away when you saw my flaws and mistakes.
 
But its fine.
I wasn't perfect nor will I ever be.
But I know one thing...
Your not perfect,
You will never be perfect.
 
But to me you where what I wanted.
I didn't feel alone,
But in the end I was alone.
 
My tears blur my eyes as I cry alone,
I don't want anyone to see me.
As this mess I am
While I have to take all this pills.
Just so I can try and smile
To you and to anyone
And lie that I'm fine.
 
Because all the cuts,
All the bruises,
The scars,
And these tears
 
Will let me go one just for another day