Blood rushing in a haze of glow.

My fight is their foe, fighting for everyone as if I was an artist fighting my canvas wondering what my next beautiful creation will be.

Great changes are to come.

For i have lost my mind, and I don't know why.

Someone pull me out of my skin, and bring me to my savior.

For you are the one I am fighting for, you made a promise I could fight for you forever, and I could get your help.

But now I sit here, cracking piece by piece out of my lie infested skin.

I cannot fight for you anymore, because you are gone.

You promised me you would stay with me forever, but how could I use your lie to please myself or your family?

I fought for you and you made me your enemy.

Cut me out of your life like you cut the wrists of your arms as an artist would, painting your feelings on a canvas for all to see.

You promised me you would stop if I kept fighting for you and if I wouldn't let a single thing to what you were doing to yourself after your parents shut off the lights in your room, it was our secret.

Twenty-four pills a night won't get the thoughts out of your head.

Thirty-seven cuts a day won't make the scars go away.

The thousands of tears you shed will go unseen.

I am losing my battle to fight for you, too tired and worn down to keep up my cries

I could have gotten you help,

              but you allowed a rope to be your savior insead of me.

Lied to me like you lied to your parents, and let the rope send you to the place you have always wanted.

I pray you have found the life no one could ever give you, and starting with a new clean canvas to display your true self.