Save Me

Some nights, or rather, every night
When the clock's hand slides past seven
I know the worthless feelings
Will come daunt my mind.
They say I am not worth it
Or have a look in the mirror of truth
Or better yet what have I done?
I have taken a bright young lady
And turned her into a self-destructing monster.
I have taken the blade and marked her beautiful skin.
I have taken her liver and poisoned it with tablet-form toxins.
I have taken her fingers and shoved them down her throat.
I have taken her pride and shattered it into a million little pieces.
And for what? What ill misconceived culture has torn her?
Society sure, but it is her own mind that has rebelled.
It is her mind that said, "You are not good enough."
The very same mind that two years before said I love you.
And now two years later fat tears roll down her wet cheek.
Every night at seven o'clock the worthless feelings come back.
Some nights I just wish someone could see through my mask.
Some nights I just wish I could love myself.
Every night I just wish someone could please Save Me.
Please save me. Oh God. Please save me.