Doorstep

Skin peeling back, sound of hysteria,
I have nowhere to run to.
Across all nations, they all fight,
No dreams will be sung tonight.

Blood diminishing, time for me is low,
Mystery, bleeding internally.
No cause of this illness,
Just leave me to suffer.

No drug to ease the hurt,
Only the scars on my arm.
Holiday, still won't forget,
When I never thought I would live.

Told you I would never resort to this,
But I couldn't speak up, no.
Failing through cracks, I let you tell me lies,
And I've changed me, for the worse.

I don't like the new me, death on my doorstep.