How long have I been laying here?
Senseless, in my own world
It's a mess in here,
I confess, in here
Is where all thoughts flow freely
No discretion needed
For my soul to fly
Fuck, there's a fly
Buzzing in my head
A constant drone in my head
As I sit here on my bed
Why am I thinking in rhymes?
It's just like me,
To get caught up
In life's rough twists and turns
I don't know where to go, what to do
The sun shines in on my face
Groan
I turn around, it hurts my eyes
I sit up and trudge
To the bathroom
My feet heavy,
Dragging against the floor.
The mirror.
Crap
Is that me?
What others see?
My skin, pale almost grey
'dead' I thought
The sunken face looking back at me
Couldn't be mine
Eyes red and glossy
Vampire
Came to mind
This has to stop
In my room
There it is
A pocket knife
My lifeless body reached for it
I was in a dream as I ran the
Bathe water, feeling it on
my skin, soothing
Slipping in
The crimson streams flowed and
Engulfed me
A stupor I could control no longer
I saw
My mother scream when she came upon
My dead body.
I could do nothing to soothe her
This is what
I wanted to feel
Nothing.