In My Head

January 19, 2012
My wrist aches and my sleeve is stained with blood.
My heart breaks at memories of losing my love.
I want to take a knife and drag it down my veins.
Nobody seems to know what I withstand; all of the pain.
Everything I see is lined with black, a little touch of darkness.
Every time I sleep I dream of death or dying; I can't stand this.
I fade away from everything and no one really cares.
I'll walk away from everyone and you'll see that I'm really rare.
Meadows once filled with flowers wilt.
The worlds rotation has stilled.
The gravity releases and I'm free to fall from pain.
Sterilizing the needle I wipe it clean from any stain.
And slowly as my mind goes black I slip it in my vein.

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