In the end

In the night which comes so quickly, consuming me
Blinding me to the happiness I worked so hard to find
Clouding over all the work I put into my real smile
Shooting daggers and fury into my mind

Tears well up inside my eyes, so powerful with grief
But I sufffocate them with my faked smile
Graphic images forming inside my head
Projected pictures of pain and hurt, so vile

Sadness overwhelming me, as I break down on my own
Making sure there is nobody there to see me
As I slash my arms away into oblivion again
This is not the person I wanted to be

In love, my string of hope, keeping me alive
Attempted suicide in vain, Then comes the guilty feelings
But love keeps me up, when I am so far down
As I dream of her, it lets my wounds keep healing

A cut so beautiful on my mutilated and violated body
Fat and ugly, my scars are the beauty on my arms
As I slice away these beautiful pictures
Enjoying my connection with this cold self harm....