Our Darkness

by Morgan   Aug 3, 2004


Many who read this
Can probably compare
We believe our lives aren't worth living
So much pain we can't seem to bare

We live sorrow
Bottles of pain
The sting from the cuts
Is what's keeping us sane

The relief from the blood
Letting in drain from our wrists
We think this is the end
Like there's nothing we're missed

So we sit here
Day after day
Watching our live
Waste away

We know no one can save us
We're too much into death
We hope that each intake of air
Will be our last breath

We hold all
This hurt inside
And it's practically
Eating us alive

We're all screaming deep down
Praying for someone to hear
No one can see these tears
That some have made from fear

We're all living without a purpose
Knowing the end is close
Some of us take pills
Hoping to get weaker by the dose

Some can't deal with their appearance
Can't stand the face in the mirror
We all have our own ways
Of bringing death near

We eat as much as we can
Vomiting it up afterwards
But most of us don't consume anything
Only the degrading words

To us, we are helpless
We have different types of crying out
Inside we're all dead and empty
Just sort of wandering about

We proceed to drink or take drugs
To help us not care
We feel invisible
Somewhat barely there

We need love and affection
So we sleep with anyone we can
We just want to matter to someone
Because we've lost our woman or man

Keeping these feelings locked up
Then write down our deepest confessions
We're all looking for a way out
A key to unlock us from our depressions

Searching for the fastest way to leave
It seems to be suicide
We can't stand this thing called life
It's causing us to be blue inside

We're all different
But in a way the same
This isn't life for us
But more of a lost game

For the ones who have lost someone
We feel the blame
We live this despised life
With a load of guilt and shame

We know we can't be perfect
So why even try
The harder we push ourselves
The more we seem to cry

We have our box of sharp objects
The razors, knives, and blades
We create these scars in an attempt
To make the pain inside fade away

Others don't notice us
Don't give us a second glance
They see our scars
And won't give us a chance

No one seems to care
So we cry out in lamentation
We are victims of the darkness
How can we be God's greatest creation?

(This is resubmitted)

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