I’m breaking tonight, I can feel it.
My head is being slowly split apart,
My soul is following suit.
I don’t know what I want, what I need.
I don’t know who it is I want to be.
My God I need to cut, need to purge.
I need to be the broken girl again, for a night.
I need to feel it, to live it, to be it.
But I’ve tried so fucking hard to do it,
I’ve remembered who I am without it.
I’m a person that people actually like.
Both sides are so strong, growing stronger,
I don’t think I have the capacity for both of them.
Maybe one of them will have to die soon.
Which one do I want it to be?
The confusion hurts more than anything,
Hazy thoughts, an unknown identity,
An inner conflict of interests.
All I know is that it needs to end.
I need to stop it, or fall to its feet.
Let’s see how strong I can be.