He cried out for help, no one was there,
nobody listened, they didn't care...

And so it came to be
this isolation that I am...

Why does the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life...

I sit here so hurt and cold,
I apologize, my words sound so old...

The fire is hot and fierce.
I am backed up against the wall...

Looking, into a mirror
Seeing, what I thought was me...

Terrorized and haunted, by actions of past
A gun to his head, and awaiting the blast...

Daylight is gone, and the sky matches my soul
So, dark so lonely, its sucks me into that black...

The thoughts creep into my mind like a stalker
silent and evil, looking to devour my soul...

Thoughts.
This thought comes almost everyday...

Standing alone, naked and wet in the bathroom
I feel like I am in my own costume...

"To the world I know as home,
I speak in words filled of sorrow...