My Demons

My wrists are dripping blood
The cuts are worse
They weep emotion and pain
The dulling pain pounds in my head
I watch but care not
for what I see is what I've become
My demons have come for me
I can feel their breath
Creeping in from my soul
my tortured soul has torn
the gates are broken down
they come for me
They kill a part of me everytime
Everytime I take this razor
and run it along my wrists
every drop of blood
lays devastation on my soul
Who can fight these demons?
Am I the only one
the only one who can stand up for me
but i am too weak to stand
this blood is taking with it my life
I feel it escaping through my wrists
and into this pool of blood

_Trevor_