Shapes and disfigured pictures,
All a figment of my imagination.
Sounds and thoughts roaming my empty head,
False and miss leading to the real me.
Tag on my sleeve, permanent,
It's never going to fade.
Sheets soaked in blood,
I awake from a dream.
Cuts and slits in my skin,
Was it I? Him?
Chairs smashed and nothing right,
Face taped up tight, dying.
Taken advantage of,
It was only one drink.
Clubbing with mates,
Why was I with you?
Kids and adults alike,
Never follow me, ever.
What the hell is going on?
Why do I want to give in?
Fragile eyes and lashes,
Draw in the flow of tears.
Blue and full of hate,
I can't forget any of this.
Wailing, screaming for help,
I bash on the door, no.
Colours flicker before my sight,
Everything turns grey, like the sky.
Nothing will ever be right again,
Too little, too much to clean up.
Washed the sheets,
Still the tinge of red is there.
