I'm not sure what's worse Being scared or feeling like this Panic or emptiness The places I go to write this all down Places that I wish to never be found A cave in my ribs I wear myself thin locked in the closet with my skeletons Only I can see the blood on my hands Weaving my nerves into a nest in my thoughts All these words are tied in a knot in my gut And it's starting to rot These episodes are growing old Just like my cracking bones My nerves are torn and frayed Please say that this is just a phase I'm not sure what's worse Being scared or feeling like this Panic Panic Only I can see the blood on my hands Only I can see the blood on my hands