i hear the thunder..
closing in around me..
this noise surrounds me..
leaving me with little room to breathe..
cant take the pain no longer..
shards of glass follow me wherever i may roam...
they leave long, jagged cuts all over...
leaving me with little blood..
making me weaker and weaker..
the shards need, want the blood..
that runs cold down my wrist...
cant take this much longer...
the world is....is getting smaller...
im losing control...
im lost within my own head....