Dark thoughts always there
Dark thoughts trying to tear.
They rip me apart
From the inside out
They shred me to pieces
I try hard to shout.
But my voice is useless
In this game we call life
I cannot be heard
So I pull out the knife.
I tell myself it will be quick
That theres no need to worry
But I'm losing the nerve
So I really must hurry,
The dark thoughts have won
They reached out and consumed me
They brought forth the pain
That I pretended not to see.
