** Hey, really not sure what this is, just dark lingering thoughts I suppose **
An uncontrollable urge, the need to bleed,
Unable to continue without realistic pain,
Surely my mind is at a loss with itself,
A surge of power needed to win this game.
All alone, never able to smile, only to cry,
Settled in such cold being, separated from life,
Telephone ringing, but screams are only heard,
Forbidden contact with the world, focus on the knife.
A face with only clouded imagery, dark, dooming fate,
Humanity another lifetime, before this hideous fall,
No one can accept the deep flaws that cover me,
Each scar, wound and imperfection is true, however small.
The more I try to live, the more I want to die,
Consumed by this disease, longing to escape with mind intact,
Trying to be me, yet difficulty falters another day,
Just a lost statistic in the mental, suicidal rack.
Burning from this dreaded world, nothing faces contemplation,
Contradiction between indecision and reason of mind,
Darkness covering my sinking soul, branded by battered hope,
Truth lies within my blade I hold, but life you shall not find.
