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

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

I wondered today why when from prison I left
I was confined not by bars but my mind...

For a time now, I've felt lost within myself,
not knowing how it feels and unable to decide...

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

Struggling for the answers
Fighting for the truth...

As I sit here starring at my scars I think living...
My memories are painful giving up is my only...

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...

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

Thoughts.
This thought comes almost everyday...