It's getting to that point more & more
Where existing in this life is just a chore
I wish I could turn to my friends and not make them sore
Not die inside right to the core
Life has become day to day and what for?
The anxiety to pierce my head and bore
Like scars on my arms that for years I wore
But deep down I know I'm not free until I walk out that door
I'm losing my own personal war
Against demons that have left my mind poor
Just destruction,angst and scenes of gore
That's why I chose to put it all down in lore