Written by: Angelica Grier

I cut myself holding on too tightly to broken dreams 
Bleeding away my hopes dying a slow death 
I don't bother to bandage my wounds 
So used to this self mutilation that it no longer hurts 
Numbness overcomes me with each cataclysmic episode of love 
I can feel no more 
I just watch the blood trickle to the floor 
The world plays audience to my self destruction 
Careless whispers of advice only make it worse 
Shades of gray are splattered with shades of red 
Everyone will watch in silence until I'm dead 
A lifeless body roaming the earth I will be 
Refusing to toss of those shattered dreams 
The double edge sword of holding on or letting go 
Slices deeper into my wrists as my dreams slice my throat