Stare out the Glass

Sitting starring out the glass
Thinking of my misdirection
Wondering if the pain will ever pass
Thinking of my own discretion

I take my pills and i pretend
That the blade doesn’t only have one end
Even though i pretend and i know
One side of me that i wont show

Talk to the shrink
Say things i don’t think
Put a smile on my face
Just so i can leave this place

Go back to my room
Where the darkness will consume
All my blood and tears
As it has for many years