If I break my handWill anyone careIf I hang myselfWill anyone careI know they wont they dont give a fuck what I doSayOr how I actI say fuck youThey say right backI wanna punch the shit out of something but I dont
I use to cutBut now I don't,I always think about itBut I never doI once fell,now Im soreIf I could go backI would say stop,I'd take the knife,never wanting too go backBut I might in the end.I can't change the pastsBut I can change the future,I won't cut likeI used too,But now I dont have a choice.
The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or heavenBut the cold light of stars;And the first watch of night is givenTo the red planet Mars.Is it the tender star of love?The star of love and dreams?O no! from that blue tent above,A hero's armor gleams.And earnest thoughts within me rise,When I behold afar,Suspended in the evening skies,
Youth of delight! come hitherAnd see the opening morn,Image of Truth new-born.Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,Dark disputes and artful teazing.Folly is an endless maze;Tangled roots perplex her ways;How many have fallen there!They stumble all night over bones of the dead;And feel--they know not what but care;And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers --That perches in the soul --And sings the tune without the words --And never stops -- at all --And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --And sore must be the storm --That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm --I've heard it in the chillest land --And on the strangest Sea --Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb -- of Me.