5 Minutes Alone

I'll never be what you want me to be.
I'll never see what you want me to see.
I'll never lose what you've taken from me,
but I'll never kill what you tried to set free.

I'll never hate what your words have dismissed.
I'll never let you take control of my fist.
I'll never stop 'cause I can't take the thrill,
but I'll never be the one you finally kill.

I'll never stifle who you've tried to provide.
I'll never show the tears I've held inside.
I'll never crawl over your one divide,
but I'll never choose your darker side.

I'll never stop being broken for you.
I'll never stop begging lies to be true.
I'll never cease bringing this on myself,
but I'll never die reaching for wealth.

These Wrists Have Bled

I never held a gun against my head.
I never took a whole bottle right before bed.
I never tied a noose that turned my throat red.
But my, oh my, how these wrists have bled.

I've seldom looked off buildings hoping just to fall.
Never been recklessly heroic to the wonderment of all.
I've never dropped to my knees and prayed to wake up dead.
But good God almighty, how these wrists have bled.

I've lived with faith and spiritual belief.
I've had shoulders to cry on in times of grief.
I always try to stop the endless flow of red,
but try as I might, these wrists have bled.