Crying myself to sleep
cutting into my arms
to release the pain
i sewar i am insane
belonging in a nut house
counseling to
i am always blue
yelling for help
yet saying no words
you pain no attention
as if you are lords
slowly every last
kind of happiness
dissolves into an
everlasting
black pit of gloom
you dont notice
i assume
i am fading away
leaving behind what i
once was
when you finjally ask
why i dream of death
all i can say is
because
all that once made me
happy
now makes me act
i am bound up
in a gloomy pact.
