In Your Head...

Don't you look pretty,
kneeling there in the dirt,
after being broken,
after being hurt.

Aren't you beautiful,
blood pouring from your vein,
your eyes red and puffy,
waiting for the relief of rain.

You're like a dead flower,
and forever you will stay,
dead and broken forever,
never to see a happy day.

Pain and hate are your emotions,
they're all you ever feel,
you barely sleep at night,
wishing it wasn't real.

But it is me my darling,
I laugh at your pain,
each little voice I whisper,
drives you more insane.

You're a shattered piece of glass,
not worth being glued back,
your eyes once showed beauty,
now they're hallow and black.

Never will you feel warmth,
only stinging of cold steel,
sharp needles poke at your heart,
don't you wish you couldn't feel?

I know your every thought,
I'm the voice inside your head,
I'm the reason they think your crazy,
I'm the reason you're almost dead.