Hidden away
Away from this pain...

Screaming voices want me dead
Screaming sorrow in my head...

Spiraling down to the end of this life
Wondering whether its worth using a knife...

These whispered words fly by my ear
I soon know them, though I can't hear...

Blood is dripping onto the floor
A pool of blood leads to the door...

This overwhelming sickness
This pleasure in death...

Falling again down this path
If I bleed, no one can see...

I calm my anger, by punching pillows
The trees around me vibrant willows...

This self-made disease
Stay out of it please...

Numbing silence
As I walk through the door...

The path ahead is black
But I cannot go back...

Some men cheer
As some men weep...