The pain of old memories haunts me,
Stalks me, trying to convince those not needed,
Whispering the words I want and need.
The blade, clean and shining, sharp,
The bottle full, and waiting,
The voices get louder,
Stop! Stop this unwanted, unknown pain.
Too much, I need to run,
Get away, escape, only for a few hours,
Please, the pain needs to disappear,
Disintegrate, end for now.
I’m alone, nobody would know,
Of a beautiful cut, a taste of liquid, of a pill for a different kind of pain.
I promised, but we are only human,
Lies and false love equals our soul.
Our existence, not important, there are only a few billion,
Someone could take my place, easily,
One of a kind, special, these words mean nothing.
As my sanity runs down the drain,
Screaming, rejoicing, the pain, strong but soon gone,
My mind slips into that place,
Where my name means nothing and pain means everything.
The crimson red colors blending, the beautiful trip,
Laughing my sanity away,
Bleeding my pain out,
Slipping away to the unknown place.
Whispering goodbyes,
Mouthing words unheard.
