Suffering

Suffering is the only way I can see things,
Not only does it harm me but it harms others,
There’s this one thought in the back of my mind,
That tells me to continue on,
When I think of what’s happen within these years,
It’s my entire fault,
The internal stress brought to my family,
The breaking away of all existence,
Mentally not belonging to anything,
To cross the path of my own words,
To make myself look like a fool,
For choosing the wrong path,
I wish that one time I had dropped the razor,
Put down those pills,
Crossing the line between insanity and sane,
There’s a fine line between the facts,
That I’m still sinning,
And I can’t turn back the hands of time,
To stop what I have become,
I can no longer feel myself breathing,
I cut just to see if I’m still alive,
I’m so gone in the mind, That the light’s burnt out so long ago
In this frame of time.