seven days straight on the *****
in drunken stupor your mind you loose

demons and devils fill your head
wanting only to be dead

with knife in hand you start to cut
burning your skin with a cigarette ****

consumed by morbid thoughts of death
you long to breathe your last breath

confined in your mind
your words are bitter and unkind

i beg

i cry

love is not enough to make you stop
there is nothing I can do

i cannot watch
i walk away

thank god that was yesterday