Sick, twisted, broken and spared
my life is slipping from my own hands
nothing is mine anymore
My walls are crumbling, no where to run
backed up and trapped, no one to turn to
people tell you they care, but do they?
Is life really forgiving?
my blood is dripping, no where to drain to
this anger and rage beating me in
what do I do, where do i turn?
pills are inviting, knifes gleam with ectasy
is this my path?
what am I becoming?
is this person in the mirror me?
I stare back at this unknown person looking back at me
is this me? why so angry, why so sad?
