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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

Thoughts.
This thought comes almost everyday...