Shattered Within

As I slit these wrists, I hold onto this blade with a strong like clutch.

As I fell like this, I press down harder severing every touch.

While I bleed, I have these thoughts in my head.

That everyone in this world would be happier if I were dead.

Sickness is a torment, with unbearable desire.

You watch in dormant silence, as the screams get higher.

Watch as my soul shatters into falling grace.

The blood rushes from a heart filled with utter disgrace.

So I pray under a blood red moon.

Hoping that while I spill my blood this life will end soon.

Recalling nightmares from the past haunt me like never before.

They find me in willing diligence ready to burst through the door.

Lost within myself I feel the pain rising again.

As i sit in a dark lonely room with a blade as my friend.

It gives me the aid to take this cluttering stress away.

Cutting to the point of skin breaking ready to shed the blood it has made.

Then all at once the room turns pitch black.

My soul has faded under false recognition never to go back.