bold** Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.

They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not **** what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm

Everyday I try to be me,
I hide the side I don't want others to see,
Every night I hold back the tears,
caused by my fears,
Everyday a new beginning,
Another chance at winning,
An important step I have to take,
Another move I have to make,
I have to keep going,
Even if my mind is slowing,
Life is a big game,
At some point you take your walk of shame,
I've done my shameful walk,
Others stood by to gawk,
I've had my moment of pride,
I wish I'd never lied,
Some of life's struggles I've beat,
They've have been my biggest defeats