there is a pain that comes nfrom holding on too long na subtle knife that scrapes the veins nnwe both know i'm leaving ni'm already gone neven if i'm here today nnthe line that defines nthe shape of our lives nslowly bleeds into gray nnthe line that divides nthis world from my mind ncan only lead me away nnthis ever present terror nof what each day will bring nthat i won't find the strength nto live nnalive enough to see njust how far away i am nfrom where i really need to be