Disrtubed

I cant seem to escape,
from the disturbances in the dark,
it seems to haunt through my mind,
leaving but another red mark,

The mark of lost happiness,
that is recurring on my arm,
it slices in slowly,
as it injects its painful harm,

Harming my body,
my mind, my soul,
and all for what, nothing,
or so i am told,

Too many lies have been said,
and too many questions asked,
too many smiles faked,
and too many tears masked,

I have tried too many times,
to lessen the pain,
but im begging to know,
will anything be the same?

So again i turn,
to my long lost friend,
who will help me make,
the pain finally end,

So another red mark,
as another tear flows,
another nightmare,
as another night goes.