• The darkness that shrouds my heart
    The hatred that rips it apart
    The sorrow that engulfs my soul
    Escaping is my number one goal
    I’m sitting here writing this
    While I’m drawn deeper into the abyss
    If I do ever escape
    I know that it will be too late
    The real 'me' will have died
    To whom no one would have cried
    Blood pours from my open wrists
    The blade used to cut those slits
    Tossed to the side of the room
    As I wait for my doom
    Am I still crying
    As I sit here dying
    Who do these tears belong to
    This action I do not rue