I wake up every morning with dried tears on my face
I take a second, catch my breath then begin my caseI try to silence all the thoughts that have killed me once beforeBut they continue to creep back and drain my life once moreWhy must everything I feel haunt me in my sleep, then take me to the light and take whats left of me.I would rather feel nothing at all, I would rather feel emptyMaybe after all has been said and all the blood has been bledA creeping numbness will fill my head.