Rain the blood on my skin is smooth an red. while the rain pours down the blood does not diappear, and hen i try again with the tool i can feel my skin tearing and my hand shaking and trying not to make a sound Insanity At the root of insanity, is having to much time on your hands. too much time to think. to much time to remember past hurts. and to wish things could be different Too much time spent alone staring at these four walls, with too much time to think, to remember past hurts, and to wish things were different. Got rid of myself of this insanity. ill busy myself with a lot of activities, and seek the companionship of others they will tell me time heals all wounds. but for now ill cry. whe i have to much time to think, and remember past hurts, wishing things wer differernt Easier Its easier for you to look away, then it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes. Its easier for me to cry then it is for me to talk. its easier for me to walk alone then it is to risk rejection. its easier for me to push you away, then it is for me to be held. Its easier for me to distance myself, then it is to trust that you wont hurt me. Its easier for me to die, then it is for me to face lifes challanges. its hard for me to smile when i am hurting its hard for me to talk when you wont understand. its hard for me to reach out when i need help the most if youd only look at me and see who i am if youd only cared enough to reach out when i push you away. if only youd hold me without asking why