Sick 2

Sick 2

I am so sick,
so very unwell,
both physically and mentally.

I am a freak,
hideous, both inside and out.
Obese, though I eat nothing.
I am so dizzy,
the room spins in loops,
as the blood escapes.
I am so dark and bleak,
for the world around me has no light.
I shut myself out.

Where do I turn?
Besides to the black shadows,
hidden in the dark corner.
The candle is my only light.
I turn to the blade,
the delightful sensation,
the lovable burn.
Just the blood and me.