Late for your own funeral

            Counting scars instead of stars, faking happiness while sharping your knife. Alive on the outside but dead inside, but what you dont realize is that blood wont satisfy your 'thirst' for freedom.
              With tears ruunning down your face, throwing away your chances to be free. Walking away, leaving me with all these words unsaid. you're trying to reach something that's been always right next to you....FREEDOM. But you have to let go of the past before it's too late, and start taking steps in the right direction. You are trying to reach your knife when you should be trying to reach for LIFE!. You obviously wont listen,this is the life you have chosen.........
...............so hurry up &...WAIT!.... you're going to be late for your own funeral.

                                                         ~alex.