Shelter me from everything-
bah.
I sit here crying, bleeding,
over-exposed
to everything.
There is no love,
only pain.
These tears I cry
are only gain.
Strength is the only thing
I have left-
but strength in man
is fading.
I know no one.
No one knows me.
And love
is only mockery
of everything I've known-
of everything I've yet to know.
But why is there
no one there?
People are blind.
No one cares.
My life is hell
and hell is me.
Life itself,
is in itself,
a mockery.
If only there were shelter
from life's eternal torment.
So all I can do
is sit and cry,
cut myself-
watch me bleed-
It's all I can do
for it's suicide's seed.
