Cut Me Out Poem by Dylan Brown

its not so much the pain
its more the actual loss
me sence of reality begins to strain,
im at the fragile cross
between the rest of my life
or my own sanity;
thus my personal strife

I rip my mind to peices
Maybe its time for me to go
cant stand this pain anymore
my life hangs in the balance below

if i ever, or if i never
it doesnt matter
ill stand up for whatever
make me sane, or make me bleed
make me understand you aint there for me

my love takes the knife of all my sorrow
makes me bleed liek there is no tommorow
then i watch you walk away
broke the rest of my heart today
drowning in my fragility,
my sweet insanity

i close my eyes for a second
so i can meet my sorry soul
i try to run: it screams to say that im lonely
the echo calls my name