Teardrops of blood, they hold my pain,
Allowing my mind to clear.
The release they bring allows me to attain,
My presence without fear.

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.

This bloodied blade I leave behind,
Perhaps for someone else to find,
The truth about me that seeks to be found.

I write until my old wounds bleed,
Then write in blood to fill my need.

No matter how bad my life had become.
No matter how many people ignored me.
No matter how many people believed my lies.
All it took was one person, who saw the problems, who wanted to help.
And to you I say with all my heart, Thank You!

You are nothing but a bad dream to me,
You are my worst nightmare,
But when I awaken you are never gone.

She was the one I loved,
She was the one I lost.
I was the one who cried,
I was the one who died.