Bleed out

Sometimes I just sit, unsure how to say what I want to. More often than not, I convince myself that I shouldn't bother. I can just let all the good things pass me by. It's easier that way. Let it all just slip away. Let it all just go away. It all bleeds out in the end, so there's no need to smile. When the day ends, we lay down in the same place we started. It's just physical but it's so psychological. You don't need to understand me. This isn't deeper than you can dream. It's all just scratching at the surface. All just waiting to get out. It all bleeds out in the end, so there's no need to try.