The hatred that was savored for myself,
That induced the scars to appear on my wrists,
Now has a new meaning inside,
I've found, revenge might be best with suicide,
My loves grown to a point were it crosses all boarders,
Seeping into the life that follows,
It's here that I realize depression has taken me,
Under its broken wing, using me as a crutch,
Perhaps if I end this all,
The pain will go away for her...
