I fear that there may be nothing good left inside.
Dabbled with destruction and now I'm its bride.
Desperate and lonely and down on my knees.
I bring it on myself, but could still use some ease.
Running from threat into the arms of danger.
Thoughts beyond weird continue to get stranger.
Knife in hand, I'm screaming in pain.
Looking in a mirror for someone to blame.
I want to confront the enemy inside.
Find someone to trust and start to confide.
Walk away from the sadness, run from despair.
Start the process of healing and begin to repair.
I fear that temptation has made me weak.
Numbness and elation are feelings I seek.
Lost and confused; frustrated with indecision.
Can't bare another day in this mind made prison.
Crying and shaking with thoughts of the past.
Wondering how long this depression will last.
Death is a love and I like to flirt.
Thinking it's the only way to stop all this hurt.
I want to break free from the ghosts inside.
Come out of the darkness and open my eyes.
Stop the memories that feed on these dreams.
See that this quest isn't as hard as it seems.
I fear that the darkness has captured my heart.
Washed up, ruined and torn all apart.
Angry and bitter, wanting everyone to pay.
Taking comfort in knowing I could end it someday.
Stalked by demons of all I've done wrong.
I didn't know hatred could go on this long.
Everything is hopeless; ugly and black.
Just another victim who fell through the cracks.
I want to press stop on the memories in my head.
Find something to live for, and get out of bed.
Realize a dream and make it come true.
Experience a feeling other than blue.
I would like someone to read this and try to understand.
With hold their judgments and hold out their hand.
See that I'm tortured, vulnerable and jaded.
Show me that not all good inside me has faded.
