I hate to do this to you,
And I hate what I've become,
But I know of nothing else,
I shut it all out and run.

As my vision fades, this darkness grows,
And I start to regret this path I chose.

I hate being alone, but I push everyone away,
I just need someone to look past this facade and stay.

A haunting past has returned once more,
My life thrown into darkness,
The one who cared is long gone,
And I'm left with death's cold caress.

Because of all these words unspoken,
This blade still lies here, taunting, unbroken.

I sit here surrounded by sightless eyes,
Wondering why they believe my lies,
Never caring as this soul cries,
Never helping as this soul dies.

A cut each week keeps my demons asleep,
For if they wake it's my soul they shall take.

My happiness dances hand in hand with thoughts of suicide.

The lights slowly dissapear, one by one, leaving me to face this darkness alone once more.

Broken dreams of smothered screams
Seeking by whichever means,
To help me shed this web of lies
Before this writer surely dies.