humble heart

I don't think I actually want to die,
I'm just overwhelmed by living.
I used to turn to cutting
as a craved way of escaping.

Now I drive home in the dark.
I hit myself. It doesn't work.

In the car, a new song starts.
I want a humble heart.
The words hurt, my spirit burns
Oh, how I have so much to learn.

I don't know if I have the will to try,
at least I cry instead of bleeding.
I don't think I actually want to die,
I'm just a teacher in need of teaching.