Screaming disease

Theres no-one out there,
No-one to please,
So I sit in the corner,
And scream my disease,
Unclench knife,
Cut away at the wall,
Close my eyes,
And pretend to fall,
Slam to the ground,
In my own reverie,
Burning, Burning,
Blades to free,
Ropes the savior,
Around my neck,
Face turns blue,
Hidden the deck,
Twisted faces,
Swirl around,
And from blurred lips,
The strangest sound,
A sort of wake up,
Though Im not asleep,
A strange thing to hear,
In my corner of weep,
There was no-one out there,
No-one to please,
So I sat in my corner,
To scream my disease,
And while I was moping,
Someone stole my knife!
They hid my noose,
And saved my life,
There was someone out there,
Though no-one to please,
Who sat in my corner,
And shared my disease!
Someone who held me,
And told me not to cry,
And said look around you,
I gasped in surprise,
My corner wasnt empty,
In fact it was full!
Surrounded by strangers,
To paint our mural,
With reds and pinks,
And the softest blues,
All to contribute,
To joint subterfuge,
I wasnt alone,
In my corner at all,
And now in my dreams,
Its not just me to fall,
Now surrounded by friends,
With same twisted fates,
We all burn and hang,
And conceal our hates,
And theres still no-one out there,
No-one worth appease,
Just us in the corner,
Screaming disease. . .