Alone in the dark.
Surrounded by,
A thousand pieces,
Of what was once my life,
Now scattered, Shattered glass.
The shards, Stuck in my skin.
Tearing through,
And digging, deep in.
Unable to run.
My life has ended,
As I lie here bleeding,
I am done.
Losing myself,
Fighting to maintain.
To hide,
From all this damn,
Guilt, shame and pain.
These deep secrets,
Being held within.
Has ripped me apart inside.
I have become so numb.
Always gave myself for free.
I live in this hate,
This darkness, I see of me.
No self respect, Only neglect.
I tried to share,
And repeatedly, I was shown,
Not to care.
So I sit here, Alone,
Silently screaming.
And with a razor,
Craving myself, And
Cutting my wrists.
Wishing I were dead, But
I am only, slowly bleeding.
I feel like the cold rain,
In a dark thunder.
Lost myself, In who I had become,
Now I only wonder.
Unable to deal, With all the pain,
Of this life, I'm done bleeding.
For my will to survive,
Is now leading.
The truth I hold.
Took years to unfold.
Locked up tight, And never told.
They laid there dormant,
In the cold,
And as they began fading away,
Into the gust of the wind,
They became the echos, And the shadows,
In the darkness, Of the nights.
The reasons why, I never gave up,
And chose to stand up and fight.
Inspirelations 