My Own Personal Hell

My own personal hell
That's where I've been
I created this place
That now I don't want to be in.

The racking sobs
And tearful nights,
Craziness it seems
That gave you such a fright.

The pills, the blood
The distressing lies,
You never knew all
The times that I cried.

All alone and by myself
Complete and total silence
It shrieks as my
Tears interrupt it.

I've created my oen
Satanic place.
A spot I go to be on my own
Where the blade of my knife
Won't be heard.

The blood has been spilt
And the realisation not yet
Sunk in.
My own personal hell
Is where I've been.