When I get cold and numb,
I hope sharp pain and warm
Smooth, sticky trickles
Will help me feel again.

...It never quite works.

I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

I'm afraid of being hurt,
so why do I continue to cause
myself pain.

Not a poem people:

I am the same Vayne Darkni, just changed my name

I'm sick of always feeling cold and alone
And my body is tired of being tortured to the bone
I'm tired of sleepless nights and tears in my eyes
*...and I know most of us are some nights