My Personal Hell

Clawing at my eyes, and ringing in my ears.The voices I have heard throughout my many years.Down the dark hallways, and opening the door.Nothing left inside of me, all emotions have been poured.

Standing in the puddle with nothing left to give.Contemplating life, and whether I should live.With a razor in my hand and screaming in my head.Spewing out my blood all is covered red.

Laying in confusions and problems that I cause.Arms are stinging now they have all been cut so raw.But nothing else compares to the pain I hold inside. Always doing wrong no matter how i try.

It seems I crawl up, just to fall again.Another scab forms but just a chance to rip open.Peeling back my eyelids forcing me to see..This hell that I've created especially for me.

The shapes form around me, from the darkest of my fears.My tears fall from my face leaving a trail that only sears.Fingers touch the burning thats left upon my face.The only thought I'm left with is who will save me from this place??