Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems

sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns

a papercut bleeds like a cut vein

could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul

but my wings have yet to work

change means nothing

when nothing wants to change

save your strength for the first disappointment

break this mirror that changes you

forever is such an unpleasant word

it begins to eat you

from the inside out

blood stains on the wall

beg for sleep

as the noose is tied around your neck