The thoughts were rushing.
Pouring out like music in a song,
  Except,
   I dont know the lyrics.

Looking in the mirror,
Why do I look away so quickly?
  I hate who I am.
   That's why.

The depressing thoughts rush back,
They taunted me.. Do it, do it, do it..
  I was scared to talk back to them,
  My voice started to shake..

"I'm so tired of this,
I don't want to hate myself..
  I'm tired of pleasing other people.
I'm sick of not knowing who I am."

I threw the razor across the room.
It hit the wall and fell..
I stared.. blankly,
at the scars on my wrist..

The scars that were there..
The scars that wouldn't fade..
The scars that were now encouraging me,
I smiled..

As I whisperd,
ever so softly to myself,
*"You will never win again,
I'm through dealing with you..

Dealing with this.
The stress.
The pain.
The tears.

I'm done.
I quit.
You will never win,
ever again.

The thoughts were back..
They won again.
Is it my fault..
For caving in?

My skin is open,
The cut was deep.
It was promising..
So why do I weep?

The blood rushing out,
Started to bite.
A tingling sensation,
That would keep me up all night..

Will this be it?
It just isn't right.
*Will  I feel the sting,
more than once tonight?

One day...Everything will change.
One day...We will be alone.
One day...The world will turn against us.
-Turn against forbidden love.-

One day..True love will be lost.
One day...Everyone will die inside.
One day...You will question yourself.
-Question your existance-

One day...The world will start turning.
One day...You'll give out your last breath.
One day...You will die.
-And so will I-

When that one day comes..
When you are free of any burden..
When you're free from yourself..
-Will you be ready?-

The answer is yes.
The answer is always.
The answer is forever.
-The answer is forbidden love..-