I try to remind myself
that I've seen darker times...
I try to deprive myself
of all the things I love...
The night may be over
but the monster is still here...
Tears keep rolling down my face,
as blood keeps dripping on the floor...
I can feel the pain of desperation
trapped inside thoughts...
Images of cuts and burns
enter her mind...
You know me, I'm a rhyming ranter,
full of cynicism and satirical banter...
He's as fragile as porcelain
So easily smashed...
They say that to write a great poem,
or a great story...
Life came crashing,
time ran out...
4am in the morning,
playing with matches...
Trying to stay busy,
trying to be happy...