My Wounds are Real

Pieces of my sky keeping falling I pull your hand but you keep stalling I wonder tormented and slowly losing my mind are we falling to pieces or are we still fine? I ask you to trust me I know what I feel in my heart is never going to change I have called you many things like weird and abnormal but you have outgrown the confinement of strange your words to me seems foreign your laughter mocks me as I cry I try to run but stops instantly as I reach the corner of suicide.