I'm dangling by a thread, I can feel it,
I hate the person I've become, I swear it,
I'm used to ****ing things up, I'm used to it,
The best, the worst, the middle men.

I'm walking on glass eggshells,
Razors cutting my chest,
Knife blade running across my back,
I shot myself in the foot again.

Sorry is a word I've probably overused,
These words are probably becoming tiring,
Plagued with regret I can barely read them,
Tearing up for the fear of what I've lost,
Regret is my tattoo and pain is underneath it,
I've always been better in letters,
I can't hear my voice as it begins to crack.

I'm walking on razor wire,
Through the glass window,
Knife meeting me on the otherside,
I shot myself in the foot again.

Gun in hand, I shot myself again.

When I read this, I felt I was singing it, more than anything else. I think it would have made one helluva song.

i feel this .
i like your patter.

You can't be that much of a **** up.
You do so many things right.

fear

always like reading your words. comes from inside.

I think its been over a year,, that I have read your words, and looked deeper into you (fear) you have enlightened me,, brought tears to my eyes and have lifted my mood,, not even knowing

No regrets,,

Namaste

Awesome write

Wow, I felt gritty with the pain, frustration and regret.

Definitely insightful

Thanks for the compliments everyone, much appreciated as always.