So it seems...

It seems easier to handle

When I CUT myself into pieces

When I drench each and every part of my soul

And darkness becomes a glimpse of light

It’s  easier to handle

When I break every mirror

When I blind myself on purpose

Then, suffering I see no more

It seems difficult to see the easy

It’s hard to believe it’s there

So, I take all the pills I can

And feelings are no longer with me

It seems easier to fool myself

Even for just a second

Thinking I might get by

Contemplate at least to try

Seems difficult to fall asleep

And easy to carry on dreaming

When things don’t actually hurt

And I don’t have to mind thinking ‘bout living