The emotional psycho

I am Emotional psycho,
I guess it was meant to be.
I donâ??t know where to go,
Or if I can even be me.
These scars on my wrists,
These cuts from last night.
There is no way,
I can put up a fight.
I can't take the pain anymore,
I see no light.
The reddest blood,
That I have seen.
I fall with a thud,
This is the lowest I have been.
Black over powers me,
White is only in my dreams,
Grey is all that I see,
But red is the only color it seems.
So Emotional psycho,
I remain.
For now,
I will always be in vein.
So here I am,
Broken,
Bruised,
Bashed over the head.
And built up on pain,
Darkness and redâ?¦