Splitting Seams

Don't know if I can comfort you
When I'm wiping my blood off the tile floor
Don't know if I can laugh with you
When I'm walking out of Joy's bright door

My stress cuts me
And my will to be strong slowly diminishes
I'm losing myself tearfully
In a place of poisoned blackness

I don't know if all the crowds matter
At the end of the day I'm all alone
I feel my heart begin to shatter
Like reading glasses crushed by a stone

At the end of the day I am by myself
To think in silence of a worn out dream
At the end of the day I cry to myself
And try to sew up my splitting seams