Cut your thighs

When the dark is looming
The light is unseen
Know that I can help you believe
I feel with my heart
And see with my mind
You are broken
You need help to unwind
In this song of beauty the lyrics ring
"Sometimes to stay alive you have to kill your mind"
Twenty one pilots speak of truth
Hope this is okay,
I can quote them right
My mind is trying so hard to win
I wanna win this undeniably difficult fight
To kill or not to kill
To cut is my only demise
To sleep...
Oh I wish I could sleep without the dreams
Wait dreams are positive
These are nightmares
Reigning terror on my mind
My feelings
My thoughts
My wrists
Just kidding I don't cut my wrists
Much harder to hide
Those watching are trying to lock you up inside
That mental institution.
Cut your thighs
It's so much easier to hide