waiting...
waiting...
waiting for that pin to drop.

waiting...
waiting...
waiting for that milk to spill.

waiting...
waiting...
waiting for the final straw...

we all act on our impulse,
we all try and complete our necessary actions,
good or bad,
to compete with life'a horrors...

i have seen and watched a person die,
a person suffer,
a person cry.

i have heard and listened to the people cry,
the people scream,
the people choke.

i have felt and saw a person's hope,
a person's despair,
a person's ask and beg for a second chance.

we sometimes cannot cope,
and start to let go,
we try and take on cutting and drugs,
yet we wait for the final impulse,
to use as an excuse,
to use as a push,
to use to win over what we want,
and the strength to do so.

and when that final last straw hits,
we run,
and run,
and run,
and run...

we act on our impulse,
and take on the good or bad...

and sadly,
most of the time,
it's bad...

we will cut deeper,
and drink till we pass out,
and sometimes,
even hang ourselves up high,
high and mighty,
for all to see,
a bloody scene...

the impulse to fight back is good,
but when its all put on urself...



...good bye....