Victor Osorio - Tourniquet

My mind is filled with ideas
It gives me someone to talk to
Suicide is a deed undone
Imaginary hopes burn in the sun
I hold my wrist tightly
I need to stop the blood
Someone open the window
I fall back to the wall
That boy you know
Doesn't exist at all
My wounds cry for the pain
I must kill it off
People like me are not insane
Insanity would be a blessing
Darkness makes me sane
It's the only way I know
Praying is not my answer
God closes his eyes for me
My suicidal ways, he can not see
I lay dying, someone is screaming
I should open my eyes, but I'm not dreaming.

Victor Osorio

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