I’m supposed to be solid as a rock,
But in reality,
I am sand stone.
Solid when put together,
But find my weak spot and I’ll crumble.
Once I start to crumble it’s hard to keep me together.
From there I begin to whither and deteriorate,
Once started, I can’t stop,
I wish I could be the solid rock everyone sees.
In my room I cry,
In my room I hurt,
In my room I cut.
My head hurts,
My heart hurts,
My hands hurt.
Sometimes I hurt so much I can’t feel anything,
I can no longer cry,
I can no longer bleed.
Everything is just numb,
Until reality comes back and I feel,
Then it all hurts at once.
I want to run away,
I want to leave all this,
I never want to come back.
Unfortunately everywhere I go it’ll be the same,
No matter what I’m going to hurt,
I want to be as solid as a rock.