Restlessness, confusion chaos, all in my unstable mines eye
A pool of colors, questions sounds screams darkness, light and lost with answers that become pointless by time by lost hope... why? The question that is eternal yet its answer becomes meaningless... \" Why do I feel this way?\" \"why do I love them\" why is it so hard?\" \"Why do I do this?\" \"Why do I cry?\"
Puzzle meant, my personal puzzle piece I try to make picture that I want, but not what its meant to be... torn when it doesn\'t look the same again \" why?\"
Tearing my self apart, confusion, answers as I tell my self I should know... \"Why?\"
Doing more damage then any broken heart
playing with the knife in my heart, in my back... feeling the warmth growing cool but I mistake it for life not death, think of warmth of something good loving, as its lost its my doing... and a knife part of me, as such is pain
Turmoil, I do more damage then any hurricane because nobody see all the damage, the calmness as I lose everything my self feeling, as it all comes back from numb to agony, I torture my self, fuel on question, on Life, I through the knives, at a target I cant miss,
I catch with my heart and bulls eye
I hit my target willingly
I plead for help in a silent voice, and scream in another its two sided, scream in anger, scream in pain, scream for revenge, and cry for everything
Silently I plead for, forgiveness, from my self
Cry, clear tears seep, poor, though I see them for what they are
Crimson, blood tears
vicious battle, I have to lose to win... exhaust all emotion, spend every last tear
I have to fall, alone closing my eyes darkness no longer a friend just seen nothing felt just existing
Before I can open and see everything
