Vanish

Vanish:
Blood red. The contradiction of life.
Red tears trace sorrow,
Creating an illusion of comfort,
A distraction from torturous thought.
Vanish:
But it doesn't does it?
Not really.
Scars fade, but the past never goes away.
The mind is powerful, and dangerous when corrupted.
Vanish:
Bitterness and sorrow form unbreakable shackles.
So tired and weary of thought.
I am scared. All the time.
Do you know what that's like?
Vanish:
So grey, glassy and distant.
When will it end?
Let me sleep forever.
Please make it end...