Sew my lips up with the barbed wire

That cages me in from that other world,

The place that sun shines when you want it to,

And the rain falls down on the other side of the street.

I want to be a part of that, but I feel so confined,

So stuck in my own misery, my insecurity,

I dice up the facts with a fine knife,

Almost slitting my wrists with the same stroke.

I've just been looking to be a happy person,

But every time I try to cross past the barbed wire,

I just get caught, cut up, bleeding and alone.

The wounds never get a chance to heal,

Before the foolish optimistic in me,

Tries to cross again, to be happy.

To try and live more then a half life,

Just a little bit worth living.

Watching through the wire, I feel my heart ripped apart,

Feeling selfish, just so stuck in this rut,

Like I want to scream out loud, and cut my lips on the razor blades

From a kiss blown across the way.

A someone who's on the sunny side, half in the rain,

I'm just there to look, and I try to get across,

But as long as I'm like this.

This that I cannot even define,

I'll keep getting caught on the wire that surrounds me,

My cage, my penitentiary, my room,

My life.

I feel like I'm being selfish for all the right reasons,

And selfless for the wrong ones.

Please help me out, you with the wire cutters,

And bandages for these wounds,

Both physically and emotionally.

I feel like I'm suffocating, with the open air silencing my every cry,

Come and save me, hear my muffled tears.

In this cage, I only want to be happy,

But the silent fears and insecurities,

Keep me in.

I'm tired of bumbling around, tired of the backtracking and falling down.

I want to live again.

To feel the rain fall on my face,

And squint into the sun, the future, once again.

But I don't know if I can.

I'm so trapped.

So scared.


But loved.

I'm missing a piece

I've never owned.